Today the thermometer read eighty-seven.
Only a week ago the morning kept us shivering with rain and a sharp breeze.
As the Sun’s brightness actually over heated my just emerging from winter skin,
my hands itched to touch plants and soil.
I dragged the kids to the nursery . . .
Not planning to buy anything . . .
Just to scour the rows and rows of cheery plants awaiting their moment to join the earth.
Well heck, I’d be a little dotting to bring three reluctant pioneers to this plant haven, without expecting to leave the premises with a small token to remember it by.
The colors connected with my camera as only colors do . . .
And I left, not sure if I felt more full from the click, clicking of my finger,
or the actual plants themselves.