Hello Dear Peacemakers, welcome to today’s musing: 

Oh, she realizes, equinoxes are places in between. Capriciously making their way from Declarative Summers and Winters through all the magical nooks and crannies. And Inquiring Fall and Spring run around like sprites poking their winds into nooks and crannies to prepare or clear out — one or the other, or both. Giggling and Laughing all the way. Huh… looks like you got an extra musing… wait until Tomorrow to see if I versify this, or like the Spring (or Fall) wind, I capriciously dash off to something else!

Ann