"Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple tree."
(T.S. (Thomas Stearns) Eliot (1888-1965)
Today it was 74 degrees on the north/west side of our house.....and there was a magical breeze, I couldn't keep the children in for long, they were like race horses biting at the bit to get out into the warm, sweet air!
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