Red petals of Tulip were barely showing On the morning in April when the sky started snowing The Spring despaired of a winter coup But by late
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The cotton-candy Redbud sparkles and the tiny-white clouds of dogwood flowers peek through the gray, leafless Piedmont hardwood, summoning all of us
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Reading poetry is an an acquired taste worth every new sip. For once you discover—or, perhaps better put, you are discovered by—the imperishable
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The daffodils are up here in North Carolina. The Welsh beauties always remind me of Wordsworth's wonderful verse. "I wandered lonely as a
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O the blessed joys of a winding walkway to a porch with summer phlox welcoming a guest or inviting this homeowner to linger a little longer. I
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It is easy to despair when the vicissitudes of life and the entropy of the world conspire. Yet Christ's Gospel never shines so brightly as when placed