Lately, it had felt as if winter had left us for the year.
Some of the bulbs have sprouted from the earth.
A few leaves have begun their sleepy stretch.
The feel of spring was so strong, I brought tulips and rananuculas home from the market the other day.
I told the babies that it was time.
It was time to think of spring.
Time to dream of a warmer sunshine.
Time to giggle over the sound crickets make at the end of a long summer day.
Time to dream of fireflies dancing in the night.
Officially, it is still winter, and this morning we woke to sleet and very cold rain.
But our hearts are singing spring.
And even little soft tweets of summer.