Nineteen years of Treehouse talk
That reminds me of my daughter. She always says she can smell the changes of the seasons long before you can actually see much of it.
Ponytails, hold on to that smell. It says that although more snow may come, something had deep down changed, and spring cannot be all that far behind.From: A fellow change-smellerPS: I smelled it on Saturday. So I have hope in my heart despite the snow on the ground this morning!
We are actually getting snow right now in TEXAS! Just last week we had trees budding.
Hey i know what you mean. I have seen the first bit of sun today! I hope it keeps up.Great blog btw!
It certainly doesn't smell like sping today, does it??
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That reminds me of my daughter. She always says she can smell the changes of the seasons long before you can actually see much of it.
Ponytails, hold on to that smell. It says that although more snow may come, something had deep down changed, and spring cannot be all that far behind.
From: A fellow change-smeller
PS: I smelled it on Saturday. So I have hope in my heart despite the snow on the ground this morning!
We are actually getting snow right now in TEXAS! Just last week we had trees budding.
Hey i know what you mean. I have seen the first bit of sun today! I hope it keeps up.
Great blog btw!
It certainly doesn't smell like sping today, does it??
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