(Two posts in two days? What is happening? You’d think I’m finally starting to feel like myself again.)


This is the first year that I can remember since we’ve moved into our house that the azalea bush bloomed. I mean, really bloomed, not just a flower here and there. I couldn’t be happier. Now I have to remember to prune it right after the blooms fall off.

Spring. It’s a time of new beginning and new renewal. I’m eager to put this season of winter behind me and enter a new summer, both in the year and in my life.

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