she wondered, "what would happen if one were to run out of excuses?" so for hours she sat to figure it out. and she did. September 29, 2005

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Oh Tree, she cried, I'm so glad to finally see you! And not the gift, he asked. No, it's you I wait for each year, she said. But I am simply a tree, it said, I don't offer much. You offer exactly what I need, she replied, a beautiful and simple reminder of why I wait each year. December 17, 2003

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She was afraid to walk in such a blustery day until the leaves said they'd dance along side her. November 10, 2003

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Looking at the lake she knew a storm was coming. She made sure her plants would be ok by giving them a pep talk. Don't mind the wind, she said. It might be scary but it is temporary. We'll be brave, said the happy flowers, because the wind always brings what we need - the rain. June 30, 2003

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She told the tree that she needed to sit and rest underneath him because she was feeling little. The tree understood. June 18, 2003

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When she knelt down and gave the tree a present it said Thank-you then asked her why. Because you give me joy, she said. But I am a shabby tree, he said. No, she told him, you are beautiful." December 02, 2002

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Today the sun was out and smiling just like her. It felt like Spring - not just because it was warm but because there was a sense of blooming. It made her jump very high. November 20, 2002

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The wind was extra fierce and stormy today and blew her right off my feet. At first she was scared until she realised that she loves to fly. November 18, 2002

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Today felt like winter so she bundled up in her favourite wooly blue hat, her little grey gloves and shoes. She hates the cold, but it gives her rosey cheeks. Nove 14 2002