It was spitting snow as I unloaded groceries yesterday afternoon. I glanced over and noticed the daffodils along the side of my neighbor’s house were up and a hint of yellow was peeping through the buds. I looked over and saw the tulips at the base of the maple in my front yard had poked up green shoots over the weekend. Despite the crummy weather, spring is upon us both via the calendar and nature.
Like every human living outside of the equatorial zone for generations dating back to the last ice age, spring brings a sense of hope, of renewal.
Oh, and it is that silly pseudo holiday. No, I won’t wear green. And by the way, St. Patrick was British and he didn’t chase away the snakes from Ireland- there never were any.
You didn’t think I was going to be upbeat and positive for an entire post did you? Is it your first time visiting?
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