This year, spring came like a dainty fairy from a children’s storybook. In my own story, I am like a plodding Mrs. McGregor raking leaves and twigs, pruning, tidying beds, cleaning bird houses, filling the birdbath and feeders. Meanwhile, the tiny sprite stirs wrens to sing, tufted titmice to flutter in the bath. bluebirds to dash about the yard and golden finch to chatter in excitement at the feeder.
There is soft warming air to breathe and I take joy in finding tiny gifts of spring: violets, mosses, greening grass and the ever lovely daffodils.
And softly stirs a bit of Mother Goose, “Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town,
In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.”
And that day ended in blue all around.
Elaine,
So glad to know you are so great a lady.
The flowers are so beautiful now.
I am taking the all us tomorrow to a park so they can walk with me .
We will feed the ducks,eat lunch and talk a little look at the lake it is so great.
Thank you,
Becky
I love your little story of all the lovely things of Spring. I was Mrs. McGregor myself this weekend, tidying up my garden and enjoying the fern fronds unfurling and all the other little seedlings pushing upwards. This year I found two Lilac blossoms on a bush that has not bloomed in more than a decade! And the trees and other bushes seem more laden with blossoms than usual. It seems our constant snow cover this winter was beneficial, protecting everything from the biting cold.