Birds,
all the pretty little birds I can finally feed, now that I don't live with someone Else's cats
all the pretty little singing birds that love the seed I give them
I can pace my house in all my angst and look out at them, chirping, singing, happy, friendly little creatures so happy to have a feeder and trees
The melting snow-finally, finally, finally, the snow is melting, there is green coming out on the mountains.
The buds on my apple trees,
My newly potted purple plants
water
orchids
I guess it sounds like, the
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