Warning and Dislcaimer found on first theme. Don't like don't read is all I have to say.
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Alfons wasn't a spring type of person.
Especially early spring, when the snow was only just melting into the brown slush that made his walks that more troublesome. It was still too cool to shake off the layers one donned in winter, but far too warm to be even slightly bundled. Which made it difficult to keep comfortable when the temperature changed throughout the day.
That didn't stop the children from finding any and every opportunity to bask in the lengthening days that were now being cast upon them. Which was why he was surprise when a little girl broke away from her play to help him pick up the books he had just dropped when he slipped. She only gave a slight smile and laugh and ran off to play again, after she had given him one of the first few flowers of spring.
He had almost forgotten how his mother loved watching the first flowers bloom.