At the water’s edge of hope and sorrow
Snow in May—a disappointment to daffodils. But crocuses carry on. As do the intrepid Snowdrops. I know a woman who said, joy is a drink that always spills. But ...
Snow in May—a disappointment to daffodils. But crocuses carry on. As do the intrepid Snowdrops. I know a woman who said, joy is a drink that always spills. But ...