I remember the call of the cuckoo in May in Europe, friend D ... first year here in Canada I cried so hard cuz no cuckoo to be heard ... As kids we used to make up stories ... like: How ever many times the cuckoo calls, that's how many kids you'll have or how ever many times the cuckoo calls, that's how many more years you will live ... things like that. Love, cat,
OHHHHHH love this song....my fingers are dancing on the keyboard as I type to you; my fingers taping to the rhythm.....oh dearest, the unseen is the most real to me at times, isn't it?I see bunnies in this sweet drawing...we must count at least on average, 30 rabbits every morning as we walk. We counted 78 a few weeks ago; they know the secret of the unseen. They keep one eye ahead and one eye on us, just making sure that what they see is truly unseen kindness and safety.Oooooo, but on your Dutch clogs and let's DANCE!
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