Amidst the foot-high snow is one bare patch of garden. It’s a garden we had cleaned out last fall, removing the bulbs and spreading them among other gardens. Yet in one place smooth green leaves, tinged yellow from the salt used to remove ice dams from our roof, pop up through the soil. They give hope that snow will melt and summer will arrive (although I’m not as sure about spring).
Over the winter, as I focused on writing, my book stack grew as high as the snow mountains. Gifted books and second-hand store finds overflow shelves, beds, and desks. Lately though, perhaps because of the NH Literary Hall of Fame inaugural event, I’ve been reading more. Last month, New Hampshire writers gravitated to the top of my pile; both The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger (paperback) and My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult (audible) are underway.
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