Monday, April 8, 2013

Winter Is Dead

"She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead.”  
{A.A. Milne}  
When We Were Very Young
It's the time of year when my mind, soul, and spirit breathes out in a collective ahhhhh, and my body can finally stretch from it's long winter slumber...the sun is shining, the sky is blue, the trees are blooming...spring is finally here.

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