A gift on the first Saturday morning in spring. Here in the shadow of the nation's capital, it's crisp and hazy. There's a 50% chance of rain today, which I hope happens. My pansies are blooming everywhere and the dozens of new bulbs that I put in the fall are blooming with gusto.
I am preparing to write a letter to friends in Wichita as I listen to ranga on the CD player. Soothing and methodical.
And for you? This vase of flowers, hellebores and daffodils from my gardens.
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