“When the April wind wakes the call for the soil, I hold the plough as my only hold upon the earth, and, as I follow through the fresh and fragrant furrow, I am planted with every foot-step, growing, budding, blooming into a spirit of spring.” EarthScienceSpiritStepsGrowingFeetWindSpringSoilAprilSpringtimeBloomingFollow Through Author:Dallas Lore Sharp
