
For some reason, and I won’t define it, I cannot wait for Spring. To see the new shoots appear on all the trees, especially my bonsai. To feel the magic return, for right now it seems lost forever…

For some reason, and I won’t define it, I cannot wait for Spring. To see the new shoots appear on all the trees, especially my bonsai. To feel the magic return, for right now it seems lost forever…
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January and February are the months of deep winter (cold, dark and damp) which test many folks’ spirits. Yet the world turns in its continuation around the Sun and thus will the seasons change.
Thinking of you Jaye and Anita….Take care both.
Roger
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That’s the thing about the Seasons, will we or nil we, they turn up eventually. :)
Big hugs m’dear.
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Hello Jaye, How are you and your sister Anita? I hope she is better now.❤
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I’m sorry for you two, love you very much. You have to look after yourseft Jaye. Have you got anyone to help you so you can have a rest…I mean a care taker.❤
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