An Ode to My Daughter’s Hair, Pt. 5

 

Springtime means time spent outside bathing in the brilliant light of a promised season, expectation and growth victorious over the forces of cold and dark.  What better way to celebrate the arrival of a new season than a party in the garden.  Child Harbat feels the warmth on her golden hair, playing through the lustrous curls and blowing strands from her forehead.  Hello Kitty is served white tea, the leaves stretch and shake in the warm wind and all thought of winter is forgotten.

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