still waiting…
It was still light when I left work yesterday evening. I knew Mare had a meeting and would get home later than usual, so I took a scenic route in search of spring. Evidence of awakening. Making my way down Mallard Marsh Road, I was surrounded by shades of brown and gray. Green remains timid. Cautious in showing itself in this late March environment.
Amidst the now freeze-dried colors of last fall’s warm glow, the aged red of rose hips persists. And the gold of these mystery berries tries to hide behind saplings and barbed wire. There is not much else of vibrance here. Anticipation heightens. Yet the waiting continues…
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R rose hips good for making any kind of wine?….Or r they just dried out out there and hanging/drooping around?
I don’t think they’re good for winemaking….but they have a high level of vitamin C. Good for your immune system!
My friend LJ says you write beautifully. We were just talking of journaling and that brings out so many emotions. Thanx.