Yesterday, under a soft blue sky, I carried my granddaughter down to the arboretum not far from where we live.
It was 83-degrees in my little woods, with a slight wind, a perfect day for a walk among nature, making memories.
There wasn't much color to see, but in a few weeks, these grounds will be ablaze with every shade of the rainbow.
Scattered throughout the park are large wind-chimes, hanging from trees, making music fit for strolling.
At one place, we stopped to listen and, when I glanced up, there was spring in the making. If you look closely, you’ll see at least three little bees at work, earning the phrase, “busy as bees.” Delightful pink buds have already made their appearance, but our “winters” here are unpredictable. We may yet get another cold snap. For now, all is well.
For those in deep winter country, take heart. Spring is coming, and nothing can stop it.