It was an unusually warm, sunny day in mid-March of
this year. Elizabeth and I were carefully walking into our
backyard garden, following a winding path “looking for
signs of spring.”
The big, fuzzy magnolia buds had just burst and had not
yet put out their faint lemony smell. Our cluster of four
apricot trees were festooned with their white blossoms.
Pachysandra groundcover blooming white! Still to come . . .
the clove currant and fringe tree to waft its fragrance
throughout the neighborhood.
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