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Even though I valiantly braved the still-Arctic blasts today to snap:
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these Beauties who have all appeared shockingly early this year,
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... really, I'm right with Suzy Yazzi, who came to me in a calendar, many, many years ago. She's my Patron Saint of Wintering Well.
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And I am. Quite resolutely, staying snug in here, until there is something warmer to play in out there.
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I hung these sweet old cards a few weeks back, thinking they'd be a "Spring will surely come' petal-dreaming-cheer for a while.
I had no idea then that all this Growing was already underway, in the Real World.
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My first Instax pic. YumYumYum.
Thankfully, the Trees are still acting with a proper bit of February leafless decorum.
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Through all manner of strange skylighting.
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And meanwhile in the Playroom,
amidst steady, copious and thorough paper-clearances, helped hugely by my spirited engagement with Aby's splendid simplify101 course,
things blossom along sweetly, too.
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And Oo Look, here comes a Yang Fire Metal Monkey.
Blimey. This Water Tigress will need to keep her wits about her.
Bye Bye Sheep Year. Hello Monkey...
Which brings this tune to mind:
Thank you, so much, Dear Divine Mr B.
So Bye, Bye, Love. x x x
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