The day had turned out to be a dreary one indeed. A light drizzel from the early mourning had now turned into a heavy down pour. Dorinda sied deeply as she gazed out the the double window toward the garden. If it had not been for the rain Dorinda would have long since been out in the garden, pulling weeds and planting more bulbs in the already over flowing beds that made up her little spot of heaven.
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