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the first forsythia Every spring when the first forsythia blooms, I think of Mama. She watched for the first forsythia – and we watched with her. Winters were harsh and cold and often depressing. We pressed through each winter because we knew that since winter was here, spring could not be far behind. Winter meant…
Hidden Lilies The rake clears away fall leaves and winter twigs, leaving fresh white blossoms peeking out from under newly grown leaves. It is spring, and I am surprised again when I discover Lily of the Valley blooming in my flower bed. After all these years, you’d think I’d remember these flowers. Somehow I never…
There’s a new calf at our place. She is the second calf born in the past ten days. The first one weighed about fifty pounds, and she’s a combination of brown and black. Her name is Stormy because she was born during those days and nights of torrential rain when schools were closed for three…
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