Languages of Love

Languages of Love

CIt is to the hum of bees in the poplar tree blossoms that I gardened yesterday. They provided the base line upon which the black birds, sparrows, collared doves, mallards, quail and chickadees sang. As I shovelled composted steer manure into garden beds, Steve...
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