Contrary...


It is hard to pick a quarrel with April. She will chill you when you forget your sweater and shower you when you want to sow some seed. When you pray rain for the garden, she just smiles, and when you wear your new coat she will argue you didn't need it. When you try to concentrate on work she will demand you come out to play. She is flighty and changeable and altogether contrary.

But April is unfailingly green. The color of hope. Nobody ever gets enough of that and April spreads it around.

Henry's books.

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  1. Henry, although I do not comment very often, be assured that I read your posts every morning and they set the tone for my day. Thank you so much.

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    1. Thank you for reading, Marianne. When inspiration wanes, expectation keeps me going.

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