The grass had finally turned from a dull yellow to a thick green. It still is not growing much. Daddy mowed the lawn, but when he pulled the catcher off the back, there were only a small amount of clippings, like a disappointing haul on Deadliest Catch.
River and I lay next to one another in our stroller. We happily watched over the beautiful crocuses and daffodils, and we sang “rise up” to the other bulbs which have been hiding under the cold, dark ground waiting for the temperatures to warm. Hopefully, by next week, we will see their smiling faces too.
Winter is a slob. It leaves it’s rubbish everywhere, but mostly in gardens. Winter is cold and hard. It hates beauty; it is intent on covering everything colorful with a sheet of plain white. When that melts, the mayhem beneath is revealed. We instructed Mommy to remove sticks from our crushed hostas bushes and said a prayer that they would bloom. To encourage them the forsythia bush is flourishing. Its beautiful yellow petals shone in the sun
Even though the sun has not been able to sparkle on our flower-filled gardens yet the solar lights will light up the darkness like dozens of stars
Near the end of our workday, a miracle happened. For just a few precious seconds a white moth dipped down near our stroller. It was Foley, in a borrowed body, coming to say hello for the first time this spring and to check on our work. She gave us an approving tip of her wing and disappeared into the sun.
We are wishing you all many more sunny, warm days after the long winter and may your flowers grow beautifully and your vegetables are scrumptious.