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Imbolc The fog lifted early this morning above a field of buds not yet blossoms Timid sun melting the ponds and waking up the songbirds Lambs are never born here Just hob-kneed calves Running as soon as they open their dainty, mud-brown eyes and crying out their surprise at nearly everything But even though the earth is going to so much trouble to make them this new world it's taking quite a while for the right midmorning to come