The Sabbath of Almost Spring

This is a time of Limbo, it’s neither this nor that. The sun begins to warm but the wind and shadows are having none of it, as yet. The daffodils are stuck half way out of the ground. But a brisk walk through the muddy woods or along a park’s gravel path, followed by a good read in your favorite chair makes a lovely day. (Unless of course you live in Central PA, in which case you’ll want to hear the Susquehanna Chorale perform Karl Jenkin’s Stabat Mater. It’s divine.)

Whatever you do, be at Peace.


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