The last fling of winter is over ...
The earth, the soil itself, has a dreaming quality about it.
It is warm now to the touch; it has come alive;
it hides secrets that in a moment, in a little while, it will tell.
Tavern Wench
I am the proprietress of a colonial tavern in Delaware established in 1825. The early taverns were not opened wholly for the convenience of travelers; they were for the comfort of the townspeople, for the interchange of news and opinions, the sale of solacing liquors, and the incidental sociability; in fact, the importance of the tavern to its local neighbors was far greater than to travelers.
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