I’m back to being hopeful about spring’s arrival. Mostly, I’m enjoying sunny days like this one….
In the meantime, I think I need to extract a stumplet from the verge sometime in the next week (redbud that the tree took out)—because we ordered a bare-root almond tree for that spot…. Oh, fun.
7 March 2010 at 5:00 pm
Terry Hynes says:
“stumplet on the verge”…now that sounds poetic. Having just come from a visit to Robert Burn’s cottage and having heard some of his poetry read, and being in a pseudo poetic mood I do believe some poetry can come from your little phrase.
After all, if Burns could write a poem to a mouse, couldn’t he do something with a stumplet?
I’m waiting for Spring