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| Flowers... Spring time magic a thousand flowers growing up from dark rich earth the smell of rain warm in my lungs, the sun breaking through clouds dancing on the rain on the endless petals of flowers vast memories of a woman well in tune with the nature about her the trees whispering all the secrets of tomorrow raspberries always in bloom and ready to eat. Summer time magic the heat of day baring down giving to youthful design summer nights on the porch with cold lemonade and the smell of flowers and lilacs in the air. Fall it to was a season of magic endless changing of the color gaurd of leaves the wind filled with yesterdays summer heat and flowery perfume a thousand bags of leaves as the color gaurd rode the wind gently to the ground. winter time was a season filled with the magic of promise even though the wind felt cold and filled with snow the ever present gaurds of trees muttering about the soon to come spring filled with the gentle rain and the growth of flowers from the rich deep earth. every season held under the sky even 80 years later held the magic of being new and fresh and alive. |
| For Grandma... |
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