There are promises of Spring all around.
In the budding of the maple trees.
In the robins that are too numerous to count in our yard. Their monotonous songs saturate the early morning hours.
In the chicken-scratch dance of the Fox Sparrow, first sighted this weekend.
In the budding forsythia.
In the as-yet-unopened daffodil.
And the hope and expectation that rides on the very first lilac buds this bush has ever offered, which started as a tiny twig from my Mom’s lilac bush from her yard. I just wish she were here to see it bloom.
Spring is coming. Slowly, ever so slowly, but surely.
Posted by Lynne on 04/10/2011 at 12:44 PM
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