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Days like these remind me that everything is renewed and cleaned and refreshed in the spring. It's a sort of drippy-grey kind of spring day. . .but it's the first "real" rain we've had since last fall.
My crocuses are happy (well, except the ones that were underneath the garbage can, they're yellowed and squished).
My daffodils are happy.
Even my tulips are poking up.
Days like these really make me appreciate living in Minnesota where there are truly four full, diverse seasons.
...and then my front steps collapse. *sigh* They've been worn away by salt and ice and winter, and my cousin broke them yesterday. Now we must build new ones. By "we" I mean Derrick. My role is purely supervisory. :)
My crocuses are happy (well, except the ones that were underneath the garbage can, they're yellowed and squished).
My daffodils are happy.
Even my tulips are poking up.
Days like these really make me appreciate living in Minnesota where there are truly four full, diverse seasons.
...and then my front steps collapse. *sigh* They've been worn away by salt and ice and winter, and my cousin broke them yesterday. Now we must build new ones. By "we" I mean Derrick. My role is purely supervisory. :)
