The Angels of Vermont. Watercolor. by Linda Hampton Smith
Yesterday, a pretty shower of snowflakes danced upon our daffodils as fat robins hopped about. This was the icing on the cake, literally, of a sweet Spring vision. A whispered adieu from Winter's magic. A thrilling bonjour in birdsong.
Le temps, c'est comme un flocon de neige, pendant qu'on se demande ce que l'on va faire avec, il fond.
-Anonyme
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