At the dawn of spring I walked down the wooden stairs from our deck past the pool in need of some love and breathed in the smell of the morning air. I love spring. The warm days and cold nights seem to make me come alive again and my heart brims with hope and expectancy so when I looked at my fig tree and saw a little plump bud in the form of a fig bursting out of those leafy branches, I was so excited. Fig season will soon be upon us and our Long Table will be laden with fine fruit once again. Looking out into the paddock, my heart did a little jump. I felt filled with hope
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Spring Will Come
