It’s happening again.
Right outside my front door, under a thin layer of leftover snow, the snowdrops are pushing their way up into the sunlight.
The sunny places in the garden are thawed and messy, the roofs are dripping. Some stems of daffodils push upward through the earth.
Allium fortis et liber
A brave allium got a head start.
I strolled through the garden this morning without a jacket. Spring is reappearing and suddenly living seems easier, happier, and less stressful.