the 2016 vernal equinox has arrived
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SPRING BLOSSOMS – Verse 1
There is no time so sweet as spring,
When nature dons her best ;
Dispell’d is gloom, when bud and bloom
Awake from winter’s rest.
The birds again their carols sing
Within the vernal trees,
And violets rise with purple eyes
To greet the gentle breeze.
The poem/song above found here.
have a peaceful Sunday