This week I am just coming around to realize that I never made time to stop and smell the lilacs in my yard. I had all the best intentions of doing so. I kept thinking something like “I’ll make time for them tomorrow.” Regretfully, “tomorrow” came and went in a flash and now the lilac blooms are all withered and brown.
(Excerpt from Cheryl Perreault’s column in The Hopkinton Crier- Read the rest of her article here,)
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