“All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.”
- Helen Hayes
Every spring, I look forward to my mom’s flower garden. The flowers sweep through her front yard, across her entryway, and around the side of her home, offering guests a welcoming spring view. Colors burst from every corner, and in the wind you can hear the soft whisper: Spring is here.
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