The other day my dad-in-law, who hails from England the Wet and Cold,

Since then, it has been


Drink it the color.
Dadsy, don't worry. When the rain comes again...so will the leaves on every tree. Those buds are waiting their turn. They gave way to the demands of the tulips and the forsythia and even the cherry blossoms but they are ready.
During the winter, I pay way too much attention to the quality of the road I take home. But come spring, it is almost as if the pavement gets better. How can I possibly look down when the branches fluffy with leaves reach across the street for each


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love it!
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