The earth was frozen. It seemed like night. And cold.
And then things changed.
A little thaw. A little softening.
Up comes the touch of green. It struggles toward the sun. It grows and the stalk lifts a bud.
A few more days. A little more sun. A touch warmer.
The bud forms and starts to enlarge. And quickly becomes a burst of yellow.
It looks like sunshine. And it is joined by others. Sometimes hundreds grace a field of welcome.
Daffodils!
Crocuses came first and poked their way through hard dirt and maybe snow. Little specks of the color were a tease.
Tulips persisted, too.
But brightness exploded with daffodils.
And then.
Azaleas. Rhododendron. Laurel. Maybe magnolia depending where you are.
And dogwood. With its four storied petals opened in greeting and carrying their significance to some who have certain faith. And their lovely greeting to the rest who are not aware of this interpretive meaning.
Daffodils. Dogwood.
Spring is arriving.
Sunshine is coming.
