Up above freezing at night and with many singing birds we approached and passed the Spring Equinox. Every year I'm so glad I get to experience this again. It was a bitter cold winter and many of the mountain old-timers are saying, "it's the coldest one they can ever remember." All I know for sure is: Spring seems grander every day, in contrast to the rigors of winter. I walk around my yard to see familiar flowers and plants emerging; and a few newcomers here & there. Sometimes things appear dead, even for years, only to mysteriously start to grow. These are the things I often love the best. You see, our lives often do imitate nature....................
You are in inspiration, Julie. I am so glad our paths have finally intersected. One day I hope to have even an ounce of the peace you do. Thank you for sharing your intimate observations...
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