Tag: first robin
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The Repetition of “Firsts”
Yesterday I picked our first bouquet of fresh flowers from the beds that surround Whispering Winds – an 18″ sprig of bright yellow forsythia standing tall above seven pale yellow daffodils. The fresh bouquet was the centerpiece in the living room for our hymn sing yesterday. The day before, the daffodils weren’t open yet. The…
