the dog and i head out to see if we can find spring, or signs that
she is at least on her way. last year the flowering quince was already blooming
as were the camellias. my roses were pruned and the rhubarb up a few inches.
i remind myself that each year is different and that within that year,
seasons move according to whispers from the earth.
i am reward with tiny signs, a stem bulging with wanna be buds,
camellias with flowers teasing us with faint colors, just not ready to
show them off yet. spring is flirting with us, and i will take what i can get.
observant and grateful.