As a young tomboy, you could always find me scavenging among the tall pines or bent over some trickling ravine, gazing at the tiny tadpoles, and fast-moving minnows as they dodged the prodding of my stick. She watches closely as the Heavenly Maestro lifts his baton, poised and ready to resound forth the light-hearted melodies of spring as she makes her glorious debut!Ī few weeks ago I was reminiscing as I sat on top of a large fallen oak tree in the middle of a wooded lot. Like the fine-tuning of stringed instruments on opening night, so also the great symphony of nature as she finds her pitch and makes ready her praises.
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