Uncategorized Promises February 24, 2015 spanishwoods 21 Comments photo by Wolfgang Stearns Under the heavy snows of winter, sleeps the sweet promise of spring. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading... Related
Yes, but it’s very soft. I like to remind myself that she’s really there, just waiting. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
spanishwoods 
Thank you for this…I needed it ☺
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Yes…fifteen below zero with the wind in my neck of the woods today.
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I hear that! I think it’s -25C here in Toronto – groan…
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Very nice!
One can hear her snoring!
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Yes, but it’s very soft. I like to remind myself that she’s really there, just waiting.
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Yes and i await her awakening with baited breath.
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As do I.
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so so soothing in the ears!.
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I agree. Those spring mornings are around the corner.
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That’s the spirit I needed this frigid morning, thanks.
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Yes, we all need to remember, the cold and the snow will leave us soon.
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:sigh: it sure is taking long enough. 😦
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The waiting is the hardest part.
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I know. It is snowing here. 😦
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Yes! I’m ready for it! Spring!
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Right!
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Wish we could wake her up sooner!
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I don’t think that’s going to be possible!
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Reblogged this on Dawson Lergano's Blog.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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