Last week's steady waves of rain have tinted the earth green, pushed us headlong into the fullness of spring.
The late March air gathers warmth, stirs up budding, winging, greening things. New life creeps and sprouts: emerging softly, soon to barrel into glorious summer.
Every spring I am reminded that, ah yes, I do love this place. The muddy browns and greys (my apologies for the lack of patriotism, but I prefer the English "grey" to the American "gray") recede at the last long breath of winter, and my yard transforms to this:
Warmth and beauty. Right around the corner.
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