There are in our existence Spots of time,. . . our minds Are nourished and invisibly repaired; . . . That penetrates, enables us to mount,
When high, more high, and lifts us up when fallen.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Back to cold
When Petra saw the snow starting to fall last evening, she rushed out and cut hand fulls of daffodils. Her bud vases here and there about the house are a pleasant touch on a cold and dismal day.
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