I don't care hold old I am, or how many springs I get to see- I will always catch my breath and feel a little giddy about seeing the first blooms of the season in my own yard.
Surprise in the detritus of leaves- little groups of crocus, pops 'o purple- have risen above and are greeting anyone who will slow down and take time to say hi.
"Hi."
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