Spring Arrives to Dance with Winter

Each year at this magical time the buds of Miss Spring tap on Mr. Winter's chilly shoulder and beg for a dance. Though I have much to be done in the cottage, on the computer (like visiting all of my fine friends in the blogdom), and in the realm of chore . . . I simply must cast aside "must" and run to embrace the magical moments that glow for but a moment in my Sylvan rooms.

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Yesterday my dear one dug 14 new beds . . .

. . . for 14 newly-delivered roses.

And now pretty maids sit demurely in a row

Awaiting the chiming of Summer's call to

The Blossom Ball.

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All this talk of roses mingled with

The misty moment in my garden . . .

I simply must be off this box

And out into the pathways and woods

I call home as easily as I do the hearth.

I dare not miss a moment of the meeting of Spring and Winter

As it is a glorious sight.

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Nuccio's Buttons and Bows Camellia

White Lenten Rose

Blue Peter Rhododendron

Ice Follies Daffodil

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"And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils."

Daffodils

(1804)

~~ William Wordsworth ~~

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