My favorite day of the year. Bar none. Thanksgiving? Lovely. Christmas? Holy. Spring? Longed for, dreamed about, celebrated... I can't help myself. More sunshine, thunderstorms, green grass, tiny shoots of pretty plants, and the garden, picnics outside, flowering trees, waking up to bird song, flowers, blue skies, laundry hung on the line and getting into a bed that smells like breezes, longer days, and nights where the cool air and sound of spring peepers lulls me to sleep through open…
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