You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
Perhaps not, Pablo, but its Autumn and right now spring feels rather far away and this morning as I sit, enjoying the quiet solitude with a warm cup of coffee, I get up to let the dog out for her morning ritual. As I make my way to the door in the darkness, the moon lights up the deck and even before I turn on the lights I see that our world has been doused with snow, reflecting the moonlight into the house. Then I trip over that bag of tulip bulbs that haven't been planted yet. And I wonder.
How is spring going to arrive, Pablo, when its still sitting in a bag at my back door?
Por favor, get back to me on that Señor, will ya?
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