the egg hunt

It is a whisper past six am. It is still dark, with only the slightest hint of the purple dawn washing away the night sky. I hear my daughter’s door squeak open and the fast run of footsteps down the hall …

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welcome spring

I love early spring. Crisp sunny breezes blowing. Green bursts of leaves, blooming bright flowers. Tulips. Irises. Daffodils. Snowdrops. Floral dresses. Cheery in design, yet pretty and delicate. My daughters twirl and dance in their new attire. Holding their Easter …

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