Sweet Mess: treasury

Where the waters flow with confidence and reason

Though I miss her when I'm gone it won't ever be too long

Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season

When God made me born a yankee he was teasin'

There's no place like home and none more pleasin'

Than the Southland in the springtime

In Georgia nights are softer than a whisper

Beneath a quilt somebody's mother made by hand

With the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations

And the peach trees stitched across the land

~Indigo Girls

I made

this treasury

in honor of all of the blooming fruit trees I saw today.

Please go visit it and check out all the wonderful items!

I think I am in love with spring this year.

LindaMarch 22, 2011 at 11:54 PM
Hmmm, so jealous *sigh*

Here, spring seems so far off ... as we went to bed last night with yet another 5 inches of fresh snow on the ground. It was pretty this morning ... sorta .... but blooming fruit trees would be so much prettier!!!

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3.21.2011