Sprung

Dear Mom,
I can stop holding my breath.....I think Spring really is here.
Over the past couple of weeks I've searched hopefully for and rejoiced at each tulip and daffodil poking up through the earth; I've tried remembering what perennials were planted where and looked for them, too. But yesterday there were some undeniable signs that spring has arrived here on my patch of the cul-de-sac.

A chippy gobbling up seed.

Pussy willow catching the setting sun.

Forsythia in bloom!

We've been able to sleep with the windows cracked open and wake up listening to the birds.

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.

~ Thoreau

Love,

Kim