Spring creeps, early this year, though no doubt with even earlier springs to come.
It's odd, planting an ochard in the face of climate change: I plant trees that don't thrive here, not quite yet, but will thrive, after much devastation has already struck elsewhere. It's forward-thinking, in a way, but also feels dirty, resigned, calculating. Not
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March is now the cruelest month.
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