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cornflower blue rain.

I love all of the seasons. I really, truly do.

OK, some of them I love, some of them I only like.

Fine ~ some of them I hate tolerate.

But I love the idea of all 4 seasons and I believe that my life would not be complete without them. I think the thing I love most about the one that I only tolerate is that it gives me pause to wrap myself up burrito-style and nap on the couch, hitch up my knee socks and daydream about the sunny months to come.

I'm anticipatory like that.

It's on my mind, that marginally tolerable one, because, well, I always hear the train a'comin'. I know it's rollin' round the bend.

In the meantime I vow to slip on my Capri's and flip flops and live these next few months as though they are a regular part of my life and not a welcomed interruption.

Last week we went for a drive. to the country. miles and miles of farmland. I'm not really a farmgirl, but I love the country. acres and acres of lovely. The plan was to meander a…

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