One is always happy to return home.
Well, almost always.
The snow is gone!
What remains is a sea of tired grass, branches from a foot to six feet, twigs, enough to build the bonfire of the vanities!
So I complain about the snow-big property-lots of shoveling and now about it's absence.
Funny how when we have something we complain about it but when it is gone-we wish we had it back.
Now I see the mess I have been left with. It is time for a major cleanup. Get rid of the old twigs that are stiffling the new green that is trying to poke out and reach for the sun.
New life is sometimes difficult to achieve. Sometimes you must actually replant.
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