the battle between old man winter and the goddess of the harvest has ended, he being the victor, her cloak of vibrant golds now lay broken and soon to be tossed into compost piles, at least her remnants of life will be renewed in spring while his will be scorned and cursed throughout the months to come.
Like your favorite flooded cave, your kindness is deep. You have a strong work ethic and are not afraid to hop to it to get the job done. Far from a flaky frog, you don’t jump to conclusions. Ever since you were a tadpole, you’ve been easygoing and likeable and are a good leader without being mossy, so other frogs lean on you without knowing it. Thanks to Michelle at Rambling Woods :)
Tsk tsk tsk
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