Winter Washes Away
“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.” – J. B. Priestley
A seventy degree weekend, running in shorts, a fresh breeze, a bath to wash away the sand. Spring may come late, but it always arrives, in its own time. Each season, each day brings its own gifts. We only need to recognize them.
Your pooch is so beautiful!!
Thanks – looking fluffy with her Spring do.
Totally agree, but spring is going along with very special feelings. It’s like a rebirth.
In my 2nd residence their are no recognizable cycles and although I hate the coolness I still miss the changes. Strange, but true, the ups and downs are what we expect from life and on the other hand what we do not want to have.
Haven’t been on line much in the past few weeks but noticed that I wasn’t getting your blog posts anymore in the Reader. Somehow WordPress has taken at least 5 out of the list of blogs I follow. What’s up with that??? Glad to find you again!
Thanks for checking in and sharing.