My love has come along...
My lonely days are over...
And life is like a song.*
The long looked-for violets are blooming. Thinner on the ground than usual - I think last year's drought has worked some damage - but sweet and lovely just the same.
(The dandelions, on the other hand, are flourishing like the green bay tree. They would probably survive a nuclear blast and come up smiling.)
What's blooming in your neck of the woods?
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*Song by Mack Gordon and Harry Warren, 1941
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