Spring Comes

Spring doesn’t come by the day on a calender here.  The groundhog lives underground.  What does he know anyway? Spring doesn’t come even, when the first snow starts to melt.  It often shows up again.  I’ve seen snow in May here. By the time we wait for a warm breeze, it’s often summer. 

They way you know that Spring is has arrived is by these little gems:

Isn’t it a refreshing sight after months of white and gray and brown!  What rich color just shows up to brighten one’s walk!  The tulips have peeked up.  Now I can say: “Spring is here!  Let the gardening begin!”