Bo of the Bales, Bountiful Mercies
Contemplations upon the leaps of life
Friday, March 02, 2007
Yes, that's right -- the first flowers in my garden -- bursting forth from underneath the cold wind, ice, sleet, tornadoes and singing praise to the heavens. I'm so thankful for these little, loyal blossoms, hope bells of renewal and beauty.
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