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… — Dallas Lore Sharp Copy Share Image
When the April wind wakes the call for the soil, I hold the plough as my only hold upon the earth, and, as I… — Dallas Lore Sharp Copy Share Image
