Spring is worshiped by all without pollen allergies — intrepid sprigs and buds defying all odds to peek out from bleak desolation. In summer, the earth is fecund and verdant, soaking up sunlight, giddy with sugar gleefully thrusting out fistful after fistful of fruits and flowers. Loss in Autumn is mellowed by bounty; rich colorsContinue reading “Hope”
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