The new month still fresh, and green, moist from all the unexpected rain.
Garden fully awake, and moving away from newborn spring into softer days, warm nights of summer.
Leaves transformed, winter is a vague memory of shivers, snow and brown sticks.
Birds sleep longer in the mornings, the first chicks hatched, second families in sight.
Sun reaches behind the house into the new garden bed, evenings are glowing.
Light through the lens is sharper, crisp, bright, not yet golden.
The garden has opened it’s eyes, and stretches just like a cat after a nap, fully pleased with it’s sleep.
Bootsie makes sure to tread on newly germinated seeds in the garden, certain that kitty toes make the best fertilizer.
Spring bring on a soft summer.
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