On such cold days as this, I keep warm thinking of gardens in Spring. Without Winter, there can be no Spring-
Or as Emily Dickinson once said:
Winter under cultivation
Is as arable as Spring.
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“A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish,--some way back,
I could not fix the year,
Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.
But somewhere in my soul, I know
I've met the thing before;
It just reminded me--'t was all--
And came my way no more.
― Emily Dickinson