 The melodious birdsong, shy wildflowers, and warming weather lured me away from my flowerbed raking and hydrangea pruning. The robin’s chirruping tempted me to abandon the rake. The Dutchman’s breeches raised questions as to what other wildflowers might be peeking out from under forest litter. The gentle sun nudged me. Tossing my shears, I proceeded… Continue reading Walk This Way
A Few Choice Words By Anita 