But only because I wasn't fast enough to catch Abby the first time she sniffed that big, beautiful rose this evening. So I made her do it again.
There's a fresh sweetness that comes along with spring, partly from the scent of roses that lingers in the air and partly from the promise of new life that's to come.
And allergies aside, I love all of it. I love the hope, I love the beauty and I love the promise of better things to come.
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