It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.
------------ Kenneth Grahame
Saturday, March 21, 2026
Already Spring
already spring is the little death of fall: the wind brushes the tulip tree with the back of its hand and a clutch of petals falls, falls,
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Lovely. Eliot's midwinter spring! We never get quite settled.
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