We are experiencing an abnormally cold April thus far and it's got me thinking back to warm springs of my past. I remember the agony of watching the clock on a warm spring day before the end of the school year when the minutes pass "slower than molasses". Hint: it wasn't Mrs. Clark's reading - it was the desire to get outside!
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AuthorCreative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated humanist, MBA, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz completed a poetry challenge for 2018 and 2020 by posting an original poem daily to this blog. She's did the first half of the year on Patreon and is finishing the year with her poems here! Search Poems
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