If wishes were flowers it would be springtime.
My mother's standard way of letting me know that children do not always get what they want was to tell me "If wishes were horses, beggars would ride."
I can hardly believe it was a week ago I was enjoying early spring with Ester, and now I'm back in winter. Here are some pretties from her yard. And I'm wishing for some here. However, I'm pretty sure I'll get my wish before too much longer.
And winter aconite
Sigh... back to work tomorrow morning, and tax appointment in the afternoon. I got two of the three Dubois Files books all formatted. I won't get the third one done tomorrow, but maybe by the end of Thursday. Not too far off my goal.
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