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carynb
I love springtime.
I love watching our garden grow. Our snowdrops and bluebells are getting a little taller every day. (apparently, we'll have to move the snowdrops to somewhere with a little more sun for next year, since they're nowhere near blooming yet, and they should be completely out by now.)
I love talking walks in the warm spring air, stopping to talk to the neighbors for the first time in months. And getting all the news - one couple spent a month in the Philippines; another gave birth to twin girls.
I love the way people's moods just brighten, this first week of sunshine. Kids are out in the park, playing, people are out walking their dogs, and everyone says "hi" as they walk by.
And, our lilacs are thisclose to budding. There's something about the growing green that just makes me happy.
Life is good.
I love watching our garden grow. Our snowdrops and bluebells are getting a little taller every day. (apparently, we'll have to move the snowdrops to somewhere with a little more sun for next year, since they're nowhere near blooming yet, and they should be completely out by now.)
I love talking walks in the warm spring air, stopping to talk to the neighbors for the first time in months. And getting all the news - one couple spent a month in the Philippines; another gave birth to twin girls.
I love the way people's moods just brighten, this first week of sunshine. Kids are out in the park, playing, people are out walking their dogs, and everyone says "hi" as they walk by.
And, our lilacs are thisclose to budding. There's something about the growing green that just makes me happy.
Life is good.
