It was a cold morning in May.
They had a fire going in the fireplace.
Unusual for May this far down in the South to be so chilly.
She almost starved to death as a newborn.
Innocent, shy and unassuming, she wasn’t aware of her beauty.
She was so like her father, old fashioned, in every wonderful way.
She sang with the purity of an angel.
Jan
Beautiful post Jan and gorgeous flowers!
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