tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post2328892139075854454..comments2024-03-28T18:48:28.471-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: To lose – if one can find again –Susan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-25424581023557713862022-09-03T16:03:24.010-07:002022-09-03T16:03:24.010-07:00In winter we forget exactly where our various flow...In winter we forget exactly where our various flowers grew. We miss them and hope to meet them again during the growing season. Frost cannot kill our plants in winter, nor can drought steal the flowers. My little spade and I leave furrows for the daisy and for columbine. In late winter, my little spade and I know the secret message of the crocus and we chant it softly, “winter is almost over!”Larry Bnoreply@blogger.com