Rooty-tooty, fresh & fruity, dare we say spring is on the actual horizon?
Did we see a glimpse of the elusive sun at long last?
I’m not saying anything, lest we jinx anything and scare the sun away.
Fickle heavenly bodies are too easily spooked.
Leave the celestial beings to other realms.
Give me the flowers and the dirt and the crumbled stone of the earth.
The ground beneath my feet.
The solid-as-a-rock bed upon which we walk.
I’m already too prone to flying away.
Here are a few more floral scenes for spring.
