One day, branches are heavy and fragrant with fluffy, sweet-smelling blossoms. Before we know it, the blossoms wilt and fly with the wind. They're still recognizable, they're still beautiful--lining the sidewalks, carpeting the ground, dotting the grass--but their days are numbered.
Sweet Tea is going on a little hiatus. Drink up every bit of Spring you can.
Y'all be good and take it easy on yourselves.
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