So true, isn’t it? If we never struggled through difficult times, we’d never know peace. If we never lacked, we might not ever be satisfied with plenty. Just as the winter winds begin to blow, spring will come again.
Happy FiRSt DaY oF wINter!
So true, isn’t it? If we never struggled through difficult times, we’d never know peace. If we never lacked, we might not ever be satisfied with plenty. Just as the winter winds begin to blow, spring will come again.
Happy FiRSt DaY oF wINter!
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” ~Henry James
I’m partial to autumn myself. When the leaves start their transformation from summer green to butter yellow and glorious crimson. When the soft breeze whispers through open windows and you know it’s time to pull out the sweaters. When pumpkins and dried corn stalks and mums decorate welcoming front porches. What about you? What’s your favorite season?