dame's rocket? perhaps
Photo by J. Harrington
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violets and wild strawberry leaves
Photo by J. Harrington
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The buds on the red maples have begun to swell noticeably. If we get a string of sunny days, a big if, we
This morning the deck sparkled with frost and much of the pond north of the house was covered in skim ice. Despite such temporary setbacks, we know that warmer days and greener landscapes will arrive on unspecified but inevitable future days. We're doing our part by slowly but surely letting a little more optimism slip into our outlook every day. There's not much point in carrying old baggage to a new beginning.
April Come She Will
Lyrics:April, come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May, she will stay
Resting in my arms againJune, she’ll change her tune
In restless walks, she’ll prowl the night
July, she will fly
And give no warning of her flightAugust, die she must
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold
September, I’ll remember
A love once new has now grown old
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