On Its Way . . .

The air was moist and warm this morning when we opened the front door. We opened up the kitchen window and enjoyed that indoor-outdoor feeling. After breakfast we went on a walking tour of our soggy backyard and found snowdrops scattered in the grass. Daffodils are peaking through, and tiny sweet woodruff is pushing up through the pine needles. The coral bells and hellebore are awake, and forsythia buds are swelling.
Not only that – we can hear a cardinal in the neighborhood, and occasionally a robin or two.
Spring may not quite be here, but it’s definitely on its way.

Spring Wealth

The television is back on, but who wants to stay indoors and watch it?
We have tulips, rhodendron, phlox, and the apple tree in bloom. The daffodils are done but the bluebells are still pretty; lily of the valley and sweet woodruff are springing up with promise, and tiny grape hyacinth stud the grass with their miniature purple spires. Violets dot the yard like stars stud the sky, and as if that weren't enough, there is a tiny bird making a nest just outside our bedroom window.
What more do we need to be rich?