Yesterday my path from the springtime fields of Pennsylvania to the Catoctin Mountain region was sublime! The fresh greens laced with the redbuds and Bartlett pear blossoms were breathtaking. Each year continues to enthrall - it never grows old! In fact, as I grow older, maybe it's because I have extra time to look and enjoy, but springtime seems increasingly splendid. I guess it's a metaphor for new love or new anything. The brilliant fever pitch of any new experience can't last, but settles into a more manageable steadiness.
But for right now, I'm dancing with delight!
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