Sunday, April 23, 2017

Hope

April in Texas

 "Sometimes I think that when Pandora opened the fateful box and all the evils poured out, and then she withdrew the one blessing, hope, what she really pulled from the box was April. For April is hope. The last snow melting in the hollows, the roads running with cold, clear water, the brook leaping over its winter bounds, and the whole world changing mysteriously, a white-and-brown world to a world misted with green."

From The Book of Stillmeadow, by Gladys Taber

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