I didn’t see it at first, the tiny sprout peeking up under the daffodils sunny gaze. The green shoot in the dark soil surrounded by the late March snow.  The yellow blossom with its own snowy cape leaning down as though to shelter its tender cousin.


(Special guest Wendy Sarno has gifted us with today’s post.  Thank you, Wendy.)

Kathleen Martin on April 2nd, 2011 | File Under Guest | 6 Comments -