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  • Spring will come, spring will come, spring will come. I can offer you love in a bulb, for the love is there, encased in the bulb already, the flower is there, it needs dark and cold and then--presente!--

    I can offer you faith, as I wander the unclear to the fertility, the wet, sun, cold dark earth, its febrile tilth in my gloves. I can offer you springtime--a Gaviota gavotte, a wrapped pink lovechild of Synaeda Amor.

    I can offer you spring in late October.

    We wait and the dark harvest will come.


    (Photos by Susan, October 29, 2013, planting bulbs in the garden, and scribbles on a notepad, while planting.)
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