SEEDS FROM PLOT 509

     The coming of spring is now announcing itself by the poking buds of the Crocus, some yellow, some deep royal purple. Fuzzy flower buds on Maple trees are emerging onto the tips of tender branches. Sap begins to weep down the smooth trunk of another Maple. New bright green tender grass shoots push up through last year's tawny brown thatch.

     Canadian Geese waddle this way and that for those juicy grass sprouts. Black and white Chickadees chitter with their families, looking for nesting spots to build finely woven basketry. Soft silver-blue leaflets of Bachelor Buttons start spreading across the newly defrosted earthen beds.

     Streams nearby are slowly rising with crystal-clear wetness. Sunlight dances on the gentle turbulent waters, gurgling and babbling their winter stories.

     Sandy haired children, redheads, and brownetts too, shed winter jackets and woolen hats, dashing across damp playing fields, kicking balls, swinging bats, laughing and shouting "...me first!..." Snow melt's final gift nourishes emerging pea sprouts, unfurling great promise of sweetness.

This is my Spring.