On this first day of spring I awoke to the trills of the robin and the red winged blackbird, the chatter of the blue jays, and the singsong cluck of the quail clan. I wish I could report that my visual senses were overcome with the beauty of crocuses, tulips and daffodils, and fresh green grass, but all I came across were 3 little sprouts of the 70 bulbs I planted last fall. Patches of grungy snow were the only bright spots in my sepia world.
A short trip to the grocery market and I had surrounded myself with these lovely hues lacking in my garden. Ah, a touch of spring indoors to make my heart glad.