Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Merry Much Happens
Catherine Nicolai
I was keeping warm with my work, but I noticed the ducks coming back early from their excursion to nestle in at the barn. I heard a horn blowing down the long driveway. and checked that all the gates were closed, and walked down the drive to wave at a big truck I recognized. The wreaths were here, the yards and yards of garland, made from Easter white pine with its long, soft needles.
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