Spring walks in on fog-bound feet,
Down country lane and busy street,
Touching trees and earth-bound bloom,
Dispelling snow and winter’s gloom.
She wakes the crocus from their sleep,
And hears the cherry gently weep;
Her hands caress my garden’s face,
And turns it now to flowered grace.
(March 20, 2004)
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Virginia Gambardella lives in New York, only three miles from where she grew up. Her dad was a naval engineer and adventurer, and her mom, who sometimes called her “lamb’s lettuce” was a dressmaker for Bergdorf Goodman. Virginia has one son and three grandchildren and enjoys: people, holidays, antiques, nature, gardening, fishing, decorating, fashion, sharing knowledge, cooking and baking. She’s a cancer survivor, a pancreatitis survivor, a widow, and the re-inventor of her life, “as necessary.”