Dear Mink-
Night has settled in nicely and a cold front is blowing in.
They say rain turning to snow over night.
That’s just fine with this old Muskrat. The edges of the gardeners plastic is weighed down well with
cinder blocks and the spinach is well watered and almost a weeks worth of
nights in the ground. The cold
frame is a well supported contraption of two by fours, pvc piping and rebar
forming the skeleton. Pansies and
Violas are nestled in their pots for the hardy re-visitation of New Mexico
February weather. Willie Nelson
and Waylon Jennings are crackling over the record player, old 45’s I found at
Charley’s Records. It is quiet
this year for Valentine’s and I am oddly content. I have a Tupperware container full of buttermilk biscuits
for the morning and white chocolate macadamia nut cookies for dipping in tea as
I settle in for the night.
God speed lil animals, solidarity forever, ride free, live free and for the love of sanity fall in love with someone and tell them....
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