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Ordinarily Abby loved coming home, especially in the spring. Every curve of asphalt that led to the house was lavishly dressed in frilled masses of azaleas and camellias under a higher canopy of dogwoods and redbud trees. There were drifts of daffodils, too, mixed with oxalis and wild sweet violets.
Oooh, that sounds delightful!
ReplyDeleteGreat teaser! Happy Friday!
ReplyDeletemy Mom would have loved coming home to such natural beauty! thanks for sharing and have a great weekend Freda!
ReplyDeleteThe key word is "ordinarily," right? I wonder what's different this time?
ReplyDeleteAhhh, lots of pretty flowers!
ReplyDeleteEvery curve of asphalt... so visual and picturesque that I can smell all of those lovely flowers. Great post!
ReplyDeletethat sounds like a beautiful walk home :) my journey home usually only involves other cars :p happy friday, Freda!
ReplyDeleteSuch a nice description! I almost could smell all that flowers! :)
ReplyDeleteHappy friday!
love the description... makes me eager for spring!
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely visual! Yay for spring (hurry up! :))
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