Sunday, April 22, 2018

In Search of Spring


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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