On Saturday, after we finished our weekly grocery shopping chore, T and I went to Colonial Park to look for Spring. We’d had one of those weeks, the sort that sends a reminder to stop and smell the roses. It’s far too early for roses, but there were tulips.
There was a faint smell of Spring. And there were tulip trees, which are a Spring treat I never grow weary of seeing.
Down the canal path, as twilight settled in, we could hear peepers and bullfrogs in the wetlands.
We’re still waiting for Spring’s abundance; the signs of its arrival are everywhere. We’re ready.
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