''the time of the singing of birds is come..."
reminders of spring...
***the perfume of daffodil bouquets
***the campfire and picnic at miss vinar's house
***the day we scribbled spelling on the driveway
***open doors letting fresh, brisk breezes into the room
***morning walks by the river
as i see the rushing river running beneath the bridge,
as i smell the daffodil perfume on my woodland walk,
as i feel the gentle warmth of sunlight on my face,
i sense a real reminder of God's everlasting care.
winter will never fail to pass;
spring, never cease to come again...
joy, to come like morning dew after the drenching storm.
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Okay, so I can finally say that spring is coming up here too. =) Can't wait to have you home!
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