Literally we are soaking in every last ray we can get while the leaves are still somewhat green and the ground is soft.
There is something in my heart that treasures these moments as the seasons change.
And these treasures are seeds.
Hope grows when life seems frozen.
Roots growing deep down into my soul for mid-January when all is white and frozen; hope keeps me warm.
The storm rolls in as I'm whispering Thanks for these treasure moments and I'm reminded again that time is priceless.
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