Spring is ...
When my little girl was five I was inspired to write those words …
Spring is when your little girl wears pinafores,
When hopes are reborn and the rent is paid on time.
Spring is feeling ten feet tall and brand new,
A fairyland of green on green, where all things are
possible.
I can't believe that she will be 56 this October but she still inspires me. This is one of my favorite pictures:
posted by Ginnie at 3:00 PM
5 Comments:
I call it spring when the sun hits my computer in the morning. It just touched an edge this morning. We are almost there. There's a big rain coming tomorrow which will hopefully wash away most of the remaining snow. I will write no poems though.
Beautiful words. Love you poem, Ginnie. We can learn so much from our children! Our daughter is beautiful!
Love your poem, Ginnie. I know it's Spring when I'm tired of chopping vegetables for soup because up until that point, I consider it very meditative. Oh, and also the dog starts shedding A LOT. Love you!
Love your poem, Ginnie. I know it's spring when I'm tired of chopping vegetables for soup because until that point I find it very meditative. Oh, and also the dog sheds...A LOT! Love you!
What a sweet picture! It tells a lot!
Spring here is when I can unplug the heat in the greenhouse and pull the plants out.
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