an ode to march

march is the soft pink of new blossoms the sound of once-silent birds spreading their tune march tastes like sweet fruit smoothies and crispy apples and smells like a fragrant warm breeze march looks like the shedding of layers and bright colours escaping it feels like celebrations and hope all wrapped into one anticipating: my…

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come, little leaves

by George Cooper “Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day. “Come over the meadows with me and play; Put on your dresses of red and gold, For summer is gone and the days grow cold Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all; Over the brown…

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I just cant get enough of it!

Oh I am loving being outside! I realize that the last winter we have been through was the harshest and coldest I have ever experienced. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all bad, there was some amazing memories from it but I am such an outside person. I wasn’t used to all this ‘apartment living’…

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