If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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HANNA'S WALK 
Stunningly beautiful capture, Hanna.
All the best.
Thank you, Isabel. It is a wonderful event when the first snowdrops light up the forest floor ❤ 🙂
Hanna, this is a wonderful springtime post. I adore Longfellow’s work, and yours.
If I may be allowed some springtime levity, I’d like to tell you of a little joke/poem from my early teens.
Sometimes we would have to write a poem for an English class assignment. The teacher would recite the best poem to the rest of the students, and would hold it up to the other students as an exemplary piece.
After school, everyone would mock the winner and say, “We know you’re a poet because your feet are long fellows”. 😀
Happy Spring!
Haha! Lovely story, Resa ❤ Thanks for that 🙂
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Thanks ❤ 🙂