Who cares if the skies are gray?
The air is warm and perfect, flowers cover the trees, the ground --the everything-- and I inhale the beauty of Spring. Dandelion flowers taste just like their leaves only a bit more pollen-y the softest powder known to the tongue. Best of all are the pear tree petals blowing down from the branches with every breeze like rice at a wedding. Who's getting married, God? "No one. I just like to remind people that Joy exists."
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AuthorM. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books. Archives
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