The snowdrops are up.
Today, from the highway I saw rocky mountain faces wearing frozen waterfalls. Snow still lies on the ground underneath the trees. But the sun was shining and my snowdrops are blooming.
And the news is heartbreaking, and I saw a truck flying threatening flags, and Covid is still here. But the sun shines, and my snowdrops are blooming.
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| Snowdrops under my kitchen window. |
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| And a promise of hyacinths. |
Strength for the day. It's sufficient.
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Mis campanillas de invierno están en flor.
Hoy, desde la carretera vi la cara rocosa de la montaña toda cubierta de cataratas congeladas. La nieve todavía cubre el suelo bajo los abetos. Pero salió el sol, y mis campanillas están en flor.
Y las noticias son horrendas, y vi un camión llevando banderas amenazantes, y la pandemia sigue su curso. Pero sale el sol y mis campanillas estrenan sus flores blancas.
Me dan fuerzas para el dia. Es todo lo necesario.
Fotos: las campanillas, Galanthus nivalis, y botones de mis jacintos.
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