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xxx

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¸☆´What is a grandchild?" Well may you ask!
It's a song in the heart, It's a Halloween mask,
It's an ache in the back and swings in the park -
It's crumbs on the floor and a cry in the dark.
It's kittens and tadpoles, It's Lego and snap,
It's scissors and paste, A squirming in your lap,
It's a quivering lip and a hot clutching hand -
It's a stake in the future, the hope of our land

Great Grandchildren are an added bonus

STAY SAFE

Please excuse me if I just visit and not sprinkle every time.  Feel Free to do the same

Thanks for finding my POC

Splash xxx

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Almond Blossom Fairy by Cicely Mary Barker

Joy! the Winter’s nearly gone!
Soon will Spring come dancing on;
And, before her, here dance I,
Pink like sunrise in the sky.
Other lovely things will follow;
Soon will cuckoo come, and swallow;
Birds will sing and buds will burst,
But the Almond is the first!

Have a lovely evening dear 🤗

The Blackthorn Fairy
   by Cicely Mary Barker

The wind is cold, the Spring seems long a-waking;
The woods are brown and bare;
Yet this is March: soon April will be making
All things most sweet and fair.
See, even now, in hedge and thicket tangled,
One brave and cheering sight:
The leafless branches of the Blackthorn, spangled
With starry blossoms white!

Wood-Sorrel Fairy from Flower Fairies of the Spring

In the wood the trees are tall,
Up and up they tower;
You and I are very small—
Fairy-child and flower.
Bracken stalks are shooting high,
Far and far above us;
We are little, you and I,
But the fairies love us 💛🧚‍♀️

The Crocus Fairy - Cicely Mary Barker

Crocus of yellow, new and gay;
Mauve and purple, in brave array;
Crocus white
Like a cup of light,—
Hundreds of them are smiling up,
Each with a flame in its shining cup,
By the touch of the warm and welcome sun
Opened suddenly. Spring’s begun!
Dance then, fairies, for joy, and sing
The song of the coming again of Spring.