Sherry Chandler » It’s always cold on Easter
It’s always cold on Easter
The rumbling, rattling, stuttering train of my thought has got sidetracked and left me stranded on the platform on this bleak Easter morning where the gray sky meets the gray horizon and the wind howls out of the west and batters the single ragged daffodil blooming in the scree by the side of the tracks. How’s that for flogging a metaphor? Actually the morning is still. We have achieved a second daffodil here on the farm but it finds itself born into an unwelcoming world, temperatures having plunged back into the twenties and snow in the forecast tonight and tomorrow.
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