Miracles
“I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.” — Anne Morrow Lindbergh
“I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.” — Anne Morrow Lindbergh
The little green explosions, they’re happening. The other day I looked up and realized that the giant tree behind my apartment suddenly had little lime-colored buds on it. They hadn’t been there the night before. I got a little giddy, I confess. I am in love with spring in a way that I will never be in love with another human. [Project 365]
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