Spring
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book love,
there's a season called spring
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It’s spring. Alright, it’s not really but it might as well be; it’s warm and parsnips are out of season. It’s time to bring on the radishes and the asparagus. I’m so excited I’m a bit scared for anyone who might end up around me when I’m cooking, or eating, or grocery shopping, or really just breathing in general. Spring means rain and mud and earthworms, and salad greens.
This i awesome.
(Yes, I suppose this means I’m back, which is both exciting and confusing. If nothing else, there should be semi-regular if widely spaced book geekery here since I’ve fallen into obsession once again <3)
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