It’s that time of year when the world is half awake. Upright, sure. Eyes open, mostly.
Daffodils are history. Redbud color has come and gone. Dogwoods still razzle-dazzle. The elm looks almost full. The maple has already put in a full day’s work.
But the mimosa out front has yet to crack open an eye. The walnut looks as tucked in as the middle of winter.
Gaia hits snooze and back we go to locust winter dogwood winter blackberry winter.
She doesn’t rush things. She lets this one get the worm and that one sleep in.
Everything in due time. Everything in its season.
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