Still, here in Virginia, we have nothing to complain about. We even got one of those picturesque snows that line every twig of a tree, every stalk of grass. It was wet snow that would occasionally avalanche from one branch to another down a tree.
I'm more comfortable now with the glimpses of spring. A wren sang beautifully Saturday morning. Soon he'll be searching for those formerly snow-laden twigs to invite a lady friend to housekeeping. Soon those growing stems of daffodils will burst with yellow blooms.
But I'm rushing the season. I've been invited to a Holy Lent. The flowers need to wait. Gotta get back into "Watch and Pray" mode!
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