Gold Spring


Spring won’t let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.

 Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring? Gold spring!

 "The first real day of spring is like the first time a boy holds your hand. A flood of skin-tingling warmth consumes you, and everything shines with a fresh, colorful glow, making you forget that anything as cold and harsh as winter ever existed." -Richelle E. Goodrich

 I believe in process. I believe in four seasons. I believe that winter’s tough, but spring’s coming. I believe that there’s a growing season. And I think that you realize that in life, you grow. You get better.

 With Love,


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