spring!
Ah spring. These are the days of false hopes. You feel the sun on your arms with that little undercurrent of cool that swirls up. Yellow forsythia haven't yet exploded yet but there are daffodils and a few hardy tulips that the 3 year old wants to rip from their earthly perches. No, I say, leave them there, they'll last longer. Looks of extreme sadness as she's still holding onto the dainty floral just in case it should accidentally become removed from the rest of its stem. Just in case.
She waits a few moments before asking about this other one, right there, can I pick it? No, baby, let's wait til they're lots of them. But we'll have another chilly snap that will make my leaving windows open over night seem fool-hardy. And I'll be glad that I didn't rush us all off to the garden center to buy impatiens and petunias.
