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The Robin Sings

I can hear him loudly outside my kitchen window, the clouds have opened up rain falls; the wind blows. The robin still sings oh, so joyfully, hopping from branch to branch clearly on a singing spree. Too bad its lovely tune couldn't get rid of the rain, it's so cold; very damp seedlings are very strained. Copyright Cynthia Jones June.11/2015 The soil in my gardens haven't been able to dry, because we've been getting a lot of rain. It rains every two or three days and when it does, it's a downpour. I don't think I'll be seeing any flowers this Summer. Everything is at least two months behind.

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