tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post1759083624967145126..comments2024-03-16T08:31:08.514-07:00Comments on Welcome Words: Dirt, glorious dirtMartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366449267039641100noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post-5577442417204749422013-04-04T07:36:23.326-07:002013-04-04T07:36:23.326-07:00What a lovely comment - almost a spring poem!What a lovely comment - almost a spring poem!Martyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02366449267039641100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post-81619744560008937262013-04-03T16:42:48.997-07:002013-04-03T16:42:48.997-07:00I love "Dirt, Glorious Dirt". I started...I love "Dirt, Glorious Dirt". I started getting into it last Saturday with that brief warm weather between the rain. Filled two yard bags of yard debris. So this story brings me up to date. The daffodils are almost ready to bloom. The hyacinths are welcoming the sun, and the azalea and rhododendron's all have buds. The hens and eggs have taken over more space as they spread outward exploring new territory. Every line of your story hits upon the gradual progress in proclaiming the possibilities of new life. You have captured its essence most effectively.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post-49562520800380699492013-04-03T13:56:38.065-07:002013-04-03T13:56:38.065-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post-76294627145608919352013-04-03T13:55:36.301-07:002013-04-03T13:55:36.301-07:00On Monday, I forced myself outdoors to begin to cl... On Monday, I forced myself outdoors to begin to clean one garden area. I have to admit that I find great satisfaction when I look at what I've done, but very little while filling the barrel with dead stuff. The new growth can now find the sun, however. LIQPAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com