do pluck the pansies….

I love this time of year when endings and beginnings and yet-to-be’s  hang clustered  on cold branches. (fat healthy buds waiting alongside the last leaf clinging …..God,  this whole season thing turns me on!) Do you feel it……the year sighing?  the soft heave of breath? The last leaves drop, plump,  plump,  plumping up pillow for sleep, sinking into…

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