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Spring, , the mere words make me tingle all over with a flood of warmth that leaves you smiling and laughing all at once. As a child was so magical to me and all though I have gotten older the warmth and love that were experienced are still fresh like a fragrant ....

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.... bread rising to the occasion in the oven, then the thrill of brightly colored jelly beans being hidden all over the house. It was a tradition; the bunny would come in the middle of the night, hopping about delicately as not to wake my brother and me and spread the magical colored jelly beans about the house. My brother and I would race about the house as though we were searching for a million dollars that had been Hidden. Our dog, Ginger, ways managed to find the really tough spots were my brother and I had failed our search and took her share of the magical jellybeans. After the hunt, the aroma of quiche, baked bread, and pastries would lure us ....