I’m sorely in need of a Spring time. A time of filtered sunlight that feels warm on my face. A time when the birds songs are slightly less hectic. A time of pinks and yellows and blues and fuzzy whites. A time of rebirth and promise and hope. A time of daisies.
Yes, I need daisies...
ATM: Ashley's excitement as she picked the first camellia of the season off the bush by our front door...
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