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forsythia bloom
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earth filled with beauty and joy
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gift of spring: grand-child
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Two of my grand-daughters, now teens,
have been the gifts of “deep spring”.
The youngest, almost 15, was born while
the spring was deep in the bloom of
forsythia as I drove back and forth, for
several days, to the hospital, awaiting
her arrival in Maine.
I remember gorgeous blooms in May
from family photos during a school
trip to London, but realize they could
have been a landscaping event ! One of
the grand-daughters was born in May in
London, U.K.
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siggiofmaine 