The weeds are sprouting through the crew-cut dormant St. Augustine grass.
Baseball practice has been scheduled to start Saturday.
The well-grazed pastures are hazing from gold to green.
Pitch black has been replaced by pearly gray when I awaken the kids for school at 6:30.
The birds are wooing, chasing, preening and courting.
And THIS appeared suddenly in my flower bed today in joyous juxtaposition with the skeletal black leafless trees.
A hopeful reminder that the leaves and grasses will soon follow and our winter bleak landscape will re-emerge, green and lush.
I can't wait.
2 comments:
I don't know what's prettier, the flower or the writing. Oh, wait! YOU of course.
Lovely!
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