in praise of the grace of green
After a long winter when I was growing up in Minnesota (or Minnesnowda) it was always a joy to see the grass greening and the trees budding. As the old saying goes—hope springs eternal 💚🍀☘️🌱🌿
After a long winter when I was growing up in Minnesota (or Minnesnowda) it was always a joy to see the grass greening and the trees budding. As the old saying goes—hope springs eternal 💚🍀☘️🌱🌿