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Rated: 13+ · Book · Friendship · #2295863
This stuffed Beanie Baby dog came tagged "tracker" which fits my search for knowledge.

Here are words I like to write
All day long 'til it is night.
Words go up and words go down
When complete approve the sound.

If you complete my little rhyme,
Things will come your way in time.

                             
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April 9, 2024 at 7:22am
April 9, 2024 at 7:22am
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Day 3467: April 9, 2024
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My mom's favorite flower


Prompt: Write about April Flowers or April Showers.


          My mom loved flowers. If you asked what was her favorite spring flower, she said,

          "Pansies. I love their little faces with so many beautiful colors."

          May Day. the first of May. was the one day Mom would clip her pansies. We would stand at the kitchen table to assemble our May baskets. We made the baskets with strips of construction paper, glued together in a crisscross pattern, and attached another piece of paper to form a pocket. We were assigned houses to go to and leave the baskets. We would hang it on the door handle, ring the doorbell, and run out of sight, not getting caught.

          I was caught once at the Snyder's house. Mrs. Snyder came out the front door, lifted the basket, and looked me in the eyes. She said. "Hello, tracker, I knew it would be you to leave these pansies. That was nice. You are a very thoughtful girl."

          I would continue to be thoughtful toward people every day of my life. I never received the same kind of heartfelt response as Mrs. Snyder's. but that does not matter. I know I am being kind and considerate as I think of ways to make a small gesture to give with a grateful heart.

          Every spring I think of the purple, blue, and yellow pansies looking up at the sky in my mom's beautiful garden. A fond memory fills my consciousness on May Day. The gentle scent of pansies envelops me. I can almost hear Mrs. Snyder's voice.

          That is why I love spring, my mom, and April flowers.


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