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The Easter Spell
A few years ago we planted azaleas in front of our house in Winedale. By themselves, they sing the season in a harmonic chorus of pinks and whites outside the window. I listen all day long from my desk.Then there are the bluebonnets, this year outnumbering all other seasonal wild companions in our yard.They have turned what once was a bed of roses into an unexpected bower of blue, almost knee…
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