“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” Zelda Fitzgerald
“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” Zelda Fitzgerald
Remembering Grandma This photo is in honor of my Grandma Resch’s birthday yesterday…she died when I was only sixteen, but I still think of her every day, and she lives on in my heart. 💕💕💕 #family
In honor of Groundhog Day, here are some peonies to remind us of spring! Of course, here in Minnesota we know that whatever Puxatawny Phil says, we are in for at least two more months of winter…
It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart. Rainer Maria Rilke
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