Thaw

This second last day of March, it finally feels as though spring is coming. Driving across the bridge over the river, I noticed all the rotten looking ice, water starting to pool on top. It is only a matter of time now as the connected lakes empty into the tributaries for that ice to break up and speed St. Lawrenceward. I am reminded of a poem, which is one of the texts in Hubby�s piece which I am singing on Saturday night (this one is just for choir, though), and although I would really, really love to post it here, I am not going to because it could be Google bait. Instead, I have copied it into and linked to a different blog. Don�t worry, this is not a porn site!

I�m afraid that until I get all of my university contractual obligations met, I will not be making very interesting diary entries. I apologize in advance. I�ll definitely try to make it up to you all after student juries, if I�m not a total basket case.

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