chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things

the air is green with spring…

peony buds
Gulls shout and whine into the light. Damp-earth smell of the recent soaking. In every square foot, spring is an event: sprouting, leafing, blooming, healing over winter’s wounds. Squat balsam fir newly polka-dotted with pale green balls on each of its spiky fronds. Clenched curls of pea leaves drawn upward by the alchemy of heat and light. Peonies round and full of promise as adolescent girls in their too-tight matching jackets.

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