The last few days around here have been mild ---- warm, even by the standards of spring. After supper last night, I sat out on the front porch to watch the night sky and write down some thoughts. It was a chance to bask in the overdue warmth. Like me, the tulips are drinking it in.
At some point on Monday evening, I awakened to the sound and smell of a spring rain. It's welcome, that wetness. The plants here need another drink and then the blooms and blossoms will unfurl with abandon.
Bit by tantalizing bit, our spring is unfolding. It's lovely.
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