Spring is such a tender season, billions of tiny buds each vying for their time in the sun still so vulnerable to winter’s freeze. There is the slight coloring of the forest canopy, the hedgerows, and boundary ways. Noonday still floods down into the earth but this hint of color promises dappling sparkles of summer shade to come. It is the wooden earth, that layer of hearty hope that lies between the soil and the sky, those proud ones that live on-and-on and tower above us like great sentinels. It is their summer line putting forth, the new style, the latest fashion. What’s hot this spring? Green in a billion shades of tender color.
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| Betty and I saw this beautiful abandoned home the other day while riding in the country. |
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