It snowed all day Saturday. Sunday the sun shone and snow vanished at an astonishing rate, leaving boot-sucking mud in its wake.
Walking around the yard I saw...
Sprouts. Daffodil and tulip leaves, pushing through the cold earth, reaching for the sun. Despite tomorrows forecast for more snow, I did what I must.
I bought pansies.
Those jewel tones called me and two entire flats came home in the back of the truck. I planted a little pot for the picnic table, two buckets to adorn the steps by the entry doors. I still need to do a big pot by my sign post, and I have a secret plan for the rest. They are destined to bring a smile to a friend.
The little window box on the chicken coop got stuffed full of pansies, too. The hens stared up as I worked. I tossed them a few spent blossoms, and they gobbled them down.
I want to gobble down the colors and scents of spring, too. I settled for dirt under my nails and buckets full of promise on my stairs.
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