Ah, the joys of Spring.
The joy of white dogwoods.
The joy of pink dogwoods.
The Joy putting on a face mask for her appointment to retrieve whatever she left in her locker before school suddenly closed a couple months ago.
The Joy trying on the cheap, mail-order glasses we got to replace the expensive, rimless ones that have broken twice in the last month. After being without glasses for a week or so, Joy tried her new ones on and commented how nice it was to see leaves on the trees again. I remember the same experience when I got my first glasses about three decades ago.
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