Driving home this afternoon from ukulele practice, I spied daffodils beside the road.
And when I pulled into our driveway, I saw these in the front yard.
The red camellias bloomed a few weeks ago. A few blossoms are hanging on.
Our band sang this recently for a wedding reception.
Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
Swiftly fly the years.
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears.
"One season following another...."
Aren't we glad it works that way?
“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind
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Hi, y'all! I love that you've taken time to tell me something here. Makes me feel like we're neighbors.