My gosh, why does grass seem greener elsewhere this start of spring, as cheery yellow daffodils fight weeds to emerge from their winter beds, when I'm blooming too, roots planted happily, here?
I believe each day gives us something; a few minutes of afternoon light casting intricate shadows on a dining room wall, or a delicious Pesto because the basil got knee-high.
Maybe some things broke my heart.......
I write about them all.
My name is Becca. I live in Dallas but I left my heart in Florence, Italy. I'd like to thank you for reading.
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