We have our first flowers in the backyard. Violets, small and brightly colored, peeking up through the felled branches and unkillable Creeping Charlie and pine litter.
I know that many of you have had green grass and flowers for weeks now, but not so in my neighborhood.
Here, I wait. And watch. And finally, the light of longer days helps the first amethyst petals brave an unpredictable spring.
Welcome, little ones.
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