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Yesterday was full of aggravations and concerns. The Lenten roses – in their humility, peacefulness, and acceptance of their particular geography – seemed to understand something I didn’t. The pansies, on the other hand? We were on the same page….

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 On a strangely warm morning in January, Pepper and Daisy and I puttered around the yard before the torrential rains came. The hairy bittercress had sent up its small, sturdy, white-flowering stalks in various locations.  The tiny blue blossoms of…

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