Only Hinting

Jenny discovered this poem in Grandpa’s collection of essays. So I’ve taken the liberty to copy and print it for us.

Today was one of those days. You could almost start believing that it’s here. It’s so lovely outside. I know better. But that’s not keeping me from enjoying this weather.

Grampa Skrivseth knew better, too. Winter’s not over, but we’re getting through okay because of the hints along the way.

1 thought on “Only Hinting”

  1. Ah, happy tho’ts and special remembering of your grandpa Skrivseth, and his originality! Thanks much for this!


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