Northwestern Pennsylvania Explained
In NW Pennsylvania, March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lion, and does a lot of lion things in between too.
In NW Pennsylvania, March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lion, and does a lot of lion things in between too.
“Here is a beautiful pinecone, even though it’s a little squished, and that big big dandelion wants to come home with me…”
I have a severe case of poison ivy on my wrist, and a new set of daffodils blooming in my flowerbeds.
Here, baby, watch me blend the ingredients
When I am done, lick the cookie dough spoon
For when I am stressed I bake, I bake
And when I am stressed, I bake.
In my husband’s rubber boots, I walk through the crunchy-wet snow to check how things are growing. Brave and hardy, new-sprung leaves are poking through the ice. I always worry about them, and wish I could tuck them up warm. They need another mama while the earth pulls her nasty pranks on them and leaves them to shiver.
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From buttercream to radiant gold their cups tip up to catch the sun and spill out hope and healing for a tired world. Mommy, I picked some sunflowers for you…”