Thursday, February 15, 2018
The Hope of Spring
It's not even two weeks since Groundhog Day, but the hope of spring is evident if I just look hard enough . . .
. . . at the for-this-ee-ah that Himself clipped and stuck in a vase on the kitchen counter last week. How welcome those wee yellow blooms were when they appeared yesterday morning!
. . . three of the prime real estate offerings in our bird house ghetto are occupied and two more may be under contract pending final negotiations. I was delighted to see three little heads peer out of me as I went to get in my car, and two more perched on roofs.
. . . daffodil shoots are now a couple of inches visible out back.
. . . five o'clock comes and goes and there is still daylight.
Posted by Nancy Stevens on Thursday, February 15, 2018