Lilac buds are swelling, eager to burst free of their leafy swaddling...
The weeping willow is a veil of chartreuse-green.
And in the dark basement, last year's potatoes are sprouting . . .I spend a little time on the porch, rubbing those spindly white sprouts off before returning the potatoes to the darkness. They'll keep longer de-sprouted (which is why most commercial potatoes are treated with something to prevent sprouting.)
Just another sign of Spring. . .
No comments:
Post a Comment