this is one of those days when it's perfect to just give the ol' mental toilet a good flush--and so i did--i did it by playing outside in the warm sunshine, cleaning up winter's deadfall branches, pulling mulch off strawberry and flower beds, smelling the leaf mold, wondering over the colors in the crocus, and when i'd had enough of the stoopin' and liftin', i sat in that wood lounger that was buried in snow just a few weeks ago and i toasted myself with the warm rays and just thought about good things. . .does it get any better?
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