All through the long winter, I dream of my garden.
On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth.
I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.
~ Helen Hayes
Marcy
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we awake to an inch of white. the promise of spring is my hope.
ReplyDeleteblessings today!
Hi Marcy,
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem! I just had to pop in and see what you are up to after your visit to Jewel Box. Thanks so much for the wonderful spring inspiration!
Genevieve
Lovely to hear the warmer weather is beckoning you Marcy - now go make the most of it! Thank you for your lovely Anniversary message, it was just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMillie ^_^
My sentiments exactly Marcy...there is nothing like that first dig of the season! Fresh cut grass and turning soil...when those two happen all is right in the world:)
ReplyDeleteThanks for following my blog...I look forward to following yours too!!
Jeanne