Baby clothes are like little handmade bouquets. Intricate and soft with delicate folds like petals. Awesome in detail. Cheerful as roses.
And hardly a winter goes by that I don't yearn for silky yarn and knitting needles to grow a cozy sweater from.
Beds of coverlets and throws banish the winter chill.
Isn't lace like a blooming winter garden? Does "sew" derive from "sow"?
Vining ruffles and pintucks adorn the nursery walls. Who needs to wait for spring? . . .
I hope you enjoyed my nursery garden!
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