Every year this strikes me as something of a miracle.
A scientifically explained miracle, true, but that robs it of none of the thrill.
This year has been such a hard winter, and my borders have been crushed under so much snow, that I wasn’t sure I was going to see Green for quite some time.
But here we are, March 20, and the plants know what they have to do.
If it had been up to me,
I’d have given up hope and thought “maybe I’ll have color next year…”
I’m so glad I’m not in charge.