Right now, the world outside my door looks pretty much like this:
Grey and lonely. With lots of random black birds swarming above the tree tops.
To keep the winter blues away I've been trying to embrace the grey, dismal out-of-doors. Yesterday at the library I picked up "The Secret Garden," by Frances Hodgson Burnett. My parents have me a beautiful illustrated copy of it at home and I remember reading it for the first time thinking how neat it was to have a little hidden garden. It's now been years since I read it, but the mood of the book is set in what seems to me to be
exactly what I see out my window right now. Grey and dismal. I need a secret garden of my own.
Grey and lonely. With lots of random black birds swarming above the tree tops. 
To keep the winter blues away I've been trying to embrace the grey, dismal out-of-doors. Yesterday at the library I picked up "The Secret Garden," by Frances Hodgson Burnett. My parents have me a beautiful illustrated copy of it at home and I remember reading it for the first time thinking how neat it was to have a little hidden garden. It's now been years since I read it, but the mood of the book is set in what seems to me to be exactly what I see out my window right now. Grey and dismal. I need a secret garden of my own.
I love the Secret Garden. Grey and dismal here too. It's make spring all the more lovely!
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