At the end of winter I have become accustom to the dreary grey days and the stark look of the land. Then one day the light starts to come through the windows at an angle that illuminates part of the house that had previously been in darkness. The kitchen cabinets glow with the warmth of the promise of the renewal of nature. The first flowers suddenly appear in the cold ground and like taking my first breath, I feel alive again. I feel comfort in the knowing. Then somewhere in between the cooking of dinner and the hustle of readying little elves for school, the grass is green and the bees are buzzing, claiming the pollen from bloom to bloom.
The Hardest Age to Parent
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