If I was a color, I would want to be green. It is the color of new life. Tender shoots sprouting, poking, becoming. Green is hopeful.
It's time to go pick a bunch of pussy willows and put them in a jar on the table, celebrate what we know is coming. Look forward to it. Anticipate it.......plan for it. Walk towards it, see it coming!
Enjoy the handoff from winter.....
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Yes Spring is coming, the buds on Marsha's fruit tree's are getting plump, and I am eyeballing the Rhrubarb patch each time I go to Jerome, a few days ago saw some peeking out of the dirt, so yes there is Spring in the air. We can hardly wait.
Mom
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