winter trees
and winter sky
more cold on the way
empty blue vase
waits for flowers
from the yard
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We enjoyed another good lunch at Judi’s Place yesterday. We shared a piece of strawberry-rhubarb pie with vanilla ice cream. That seemed like a hint of Spring, in the sunny booth by the window, watching the world go by in our small town.
The photo by Karl is from 2014. These flowers are from the yard, and I look forward to seeing them again. Perennials are a wonderful picture of endurance and renewal. I worked on the sequence of poems for the Easter and Spring book this past week. I am seeing three general categories: the Easter story, Spring Wisconsin poems, and a personal Easter story of renewal in my everyday life.
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 
Strawberry-rhubarb pie? Oh, my! That was one of my favorites, and it does bespeak springtime. Your lovely poem made me think: aren’t we all emptied by winter, and waiting for the fulfillment of spring?
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Dear Linda, Thank you, and perhaps your question is a poem?
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Not yet, but it’s gone into my draft files. There’s something about your posts that inspire me.
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Dear Linda, Thank you for your kind comments.
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Thanks for the cheery photo, Ellen, and best wishes on your writing projects.
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Dear Cynthia, You are welcome and best wishes for your writing projects too.
Thank you.
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We had strawberry-rhubarb pie with our lunch at Garden of the Gods Cafe yesterday, Ellen. The sun was shining and the the sky was bright blue. Last night we got 6″ of snow, and today even churches were cancelled because of another 8″ and more on the way. This is rare for even Colorado.
Now we wish we’d bought extra pieces of pie at the cafe… 🙂
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Dear Marylin, Thank you and happy you enjoyed your lunch too. That is a lot of snow . . .
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So enjoyable passing time at a favorite haunt, sharing dessert, with the sun shining…ahhh.
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Thank you, Margie. I am enjoying your posts from Northern Michigan. It will be amazing to see Spring arrive. The marsh marigolds are favorites here.
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