We sit in the warm shade and feel right well..how the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell;
We may shut our eyes but we cannot help knowing.. that skies are clear and grass
is growing;
The breeze comes whispering in our ear, that dandelions are blossoming near...
James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) The Vision of Sir Launfal
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