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Sunday, March 21, 2010

The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven -
All's right with the world!
~Robert Browning

Let's walk down the garden path past the bees drunk with pollen, past the hidden garden statue that looks like a bunny, past the iris', roses, and bleeding hearts because it is Spring.