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Childhood memories recall green 'Garden of Eden'
No Bragg column
Celebrate innocence of trilliums and children
Our hills are alive in a green world today; green grass stretches to the wooded green hills and even the drizzly rain has a greenish cast. Tendrils of fog clinging to the side of the hills tell us that "fog on the hill brings water to the mill." The rain is not over yet.
Nothing can match joy, heartache of motherhood
Sunday is set aside to honor mothers, although motherhood is not just a one-day event. It is a chronic condition that lasts a lifetime. It begins with the first faint symptoms of pregnancy, intensifies throughout the days of active mothering, and plagues the mother until the end of her days.
Spring feels like autumn, too beautiful to bear
All up and down Elk River, redbud bushes flaunt their lavender blossoms up and down the hillsides, while the dogwood trees are blooming with their white crosses. Sarvis bloom still dots the hillsides, and golden forsythia bushes rim the roadways. Fruit trees are full to overflowing with white pear and cherry, pink peach and misty plum blossoms. There is nothing lovelier than our Mountain State in the springtime- unless it is our hills in autumn!
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