Spring wriggles free of Old Man Winter’s grasp like a taste of lime and honey in afternoon tea. The perfect elixir to chase away those blues I see. Her warriors, the fuzzy yellow bumble bees, make sweet music in the garden over by the sea. Humming, buzzzzzzzing workers in groups of two and three. Oh Spring, Spring. She anoints the
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LIVING THE DREAM 