Hope springs eternal

On  Friday Owen and I realized that it was less than a week until spring arrived . . . so we went looking for it.

We looked in the distance.  The sky was blue but no songbirds or daffodils could be seen.

We thought if we walked down the hill we might find something promising.

There were shadows of branches but no buds.

No frogs waiting at the wellhouse.

I guess we'll just have to be patient.

1 comment:

Lynne with an e said...

Spring has been indefinitely postponed on the east coast while a repeat broadcast by Old Man Winter is being aired.

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