and while the memory of those constant gray rainy days are fading fast, I’m missing the bursts of fresh green everywhere. Are the daffodils out yet? In our (erstwhile) little garden, the robins may be coming back for their plastic water bowl, the grass soggy with rain just waiting for the grey haired gardener to come by and give it a trim.
Today, I’m nostalgic for these
but content myself instead with these