Compressed
Wood poppies join the sweet woodruff. Forget-me-nots crowd the periwinkle.
It's compressed, intense, riotous. It's spring, finally.
Labels: spring
posted by Anne Cassidy at
6:56 AM
Friday, April 17, 2015
Wood poppies join the sweet woodruff. Forget-me-nots crowd the periwinkle.
It's compressed, intense, riotous. It's spring, finally.
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- Name: Anne Cassidy
- Location: Oak Hill, Virginia
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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