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After a few days of melting snow and dripping roofs, winter has returned with a vengeance - it's cold with every surface slippery, but the sky is blue and the sun back. And our blackbird is singing, clinging to his intimations of spring.
How did the poet put it? Oh wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
My credo exactly.
I need to brush up my English, so reading your blog Mingus is a very good training for me.
ReplyDeleteUlrika
Ulrika, you read my blog - I'm honored. You're one of my favorite people for feeding me all this lovely food at your place. My human believes firmly in dog food, and is surprised I'm so skinny. Ha! I'm in a good mind of putting her on dog food, she certainly needs to lose a couple of pounds!
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