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SPRING
Come with me into the woods. Where Spring is advancing as it does,
no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts
and certainly visible.
Mary Oliver
COLOUR
Can there be so many shades of green? Yes and many shades of pink, blowsy and fabulously frivolous! Spring is a giddy show off and I am here for every moment.
Fragrance
Fresh - the air is simply different. Bringing fleeting smells of early blooms. Grass crushed underfoot, the garden soil as it is turned. Open the windows, let the wind rush in.
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