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Gaia Loves April and May

Gaia was never this happy before today Okay, maybe a couple of hundred times. In the spring everything is hip hip hooray! The violets are whispering in tiny rhymes. She is sounding the conch, calling for all to gather around. The buds are popping open, and the birds are tweeting. She can feel the tingling from far underground. The plants are blossoming, and the streams are sweeting. Gaia is in her glory, loving April and the smell of the air. The feeling is of happiness, lightness airy and gay. All of her day to day problems gone; she has no care. April is her happiest time until she turns into May.

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Date: 3/16/2022 11:53:00 PM
Gaia sure will love this poem, Caren:)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/17/2022 1:39:00 AM
Thank you so much Jo
Date: 3/16/2022 7:45:00 PM
I'm with Gaia! The past two days have been lovely, so I'm hopeful...but then someone said we could have a couple more cold snaps. I'm sure they are right. One was a farmer!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/17/2022 1:39:00 AM
Listen to the farmer. They always know as does their almanac.

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