04.17.13 seasonal limbo The landscape is strewn with winter’s remains. Spring is still on the edge of town. We shake our heads, survey the damage, suffer the in-between. Nothing to do but wait it out. Snow, tonight, again. 107/365: tallgrass remains Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related