I look out the window at blooming azaleas. A cloud of white outside the sliding door. The redbud’s delicate pink lace is turning to it’s full-leafed burgundy. Siberian bluegloss and bluebells line the path. It’s Spring, with all it’s growth and change. Two days ago my girls were running around in the stream, slathered in sunscreen, peaking out from unde…
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