The Irony of Snow
1 min readFeb 7, 2020
This morning in my garden, I heard some geese returning. Plunging my pale hands into the chilly soil, the sun on my back, the lavender still fragrant, I gave premature thanks for the advent of Spring.
Confused by a few warm days, the geese came back. Sleek and well rested, ironically returned to the very thing they flew away from . . .
LBM 3/19/02
