You know spring is on the way when I feel a yen to read The Secret Garden and watch the lovely movie they made of it.
There's just something about it that embodies the expectation of spring.
I think it's only now that I've experienced winter as a definite and separate and long and cold and snowy season, that I can appreciate, really appreciate, the light and life that spring brings.
Even though I miss having a spring birthday.
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