Day 164: Ah, the colour is starting to appear in my yard! The morning flower beds are full of daffodils still in bud, but where the noonday sun falls out front, a handful of yellow trumpets are nodding in the rain. A handful of crocuses have survived the years of deer and raccoon predation, although I might have to amend that claim after Bambi's late-night visit. The grape hyacinths took me by surprise. I had not noticed them budding while I pulled an inexcusably thick layer of chickweed nearby, too intent on my task, I suppose, to be distracted by their little pointy hats. Is it any wonder that we think of traditional Easter colours as yellow and purple? Winter is losing its grip and my gardens are rejoicing.
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