It’s midspring, and I am once again waking up to birdsong in the morning, welcoming the dancing daffodils along the hillside garden, and I eagerly
I love setting up my fresh cut Christmas tree each year. It is one of my favorite holiday traditions. I have always loved evergreen trees,
Ah, autumn. If I am forced to choose one of the four seasons in which to live in perpetuity, the season of sweater weather would
The foliage is growing old; All through the verdure gleams the gold; The rose is turning into mold; But golden rod stands ev’rywhere. Excerpt from
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