These garden gloves lay on my table in my patio.
They’re waiting, just like I am.
Waiting for Spring. Waiting for flowers to be planted and weeds to be removed.
It’s not going to happen just yet I’m afraid.
We had -7° this morning. Celcius that is.
The Primulas are going to have to wait just a little while longer…
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