I don't believe I have ever wanted to see my little bulbs, push out against the soil for a peak at the sky, so badly! I am not sure what has happened this winter but, I have had enough already. Everything is dirty and brown, I need the wonderful shades of green again.
Oh to work in the yard, pull the unwanted intruders from their rooted resting spot. Feel the grass padding under my knees, and the gritty brown earth under my fingertips. The fluttering whispers of the butterfly, the sweet chirps of the song birds, and the warmth of summer.
I am impatiently waiting Spring, please don't be late!
