A Sun Cracked Morning
The smell of wild onions
and dirt over easy
is awakening my appetite
for spring
"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
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March 28th, 2010 1:37 pm
What a combination!? I usually can smell it in the air. xo
March 28th, 2010 4:13 pm
I love it….this makes me inspired to go put my hands in some dirt and plant some seeds!
March 28th, 2010 4:16 pm
It was taken yesterday when we actually were getting preparing the garden and getting our cold frames ready, but today it is raining so the poem of the day would more be something about clouds and mud.
March 28th, 2010 6:38 pm
Beautiful!
I am glad I stopped by for a visit from Net Chick’s blog.
Only issue is now that’s got me craving eggs. Off to forage in the fridge.
Emme
March 30th, 2010 12:48 am
That’s a great Sunday morning breakfast.