Welcome back spring!
"Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes."
William Wordsworth (1770-1850) Written in Early Spring
Monday, April 28, 2008
"Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes."
William Wordsworth (1770-1850) Written in Early Spring
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Whut pritty pitchurs! I will tell my Daddy to look at them becuz he is trying to git bedder with his flashy bocks.
Hay, thanks for coming by and purraying for our mommy. We wuz worried and all the support made us feel much bedder.
hello... hapi blogging... have a nice day! just visiting here....
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