The snow has gone, it is a pleasure to stay outside and
watch the shy snow drops. Still in their buds, their little white heads staring
to the sky as they elegantly squeeze their petals through their little green
hats, making them into collars as they become young ladies. Their shyness goes
and what is left is the beauty of the nature, untouched by any snow storm. I
look out, The Garden looks somewhat different, life already passes the melting
snow as it grabs the fragile grass and the pine trees, the little angles of
heavens.
Still working on the children’s presents. And still after so
many years, not taking enough breaks and my eyes get worn out. But I am better
and better with deadlines and not leaving everything to the last minute. After
all, there is hope. There is always hope.
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