Eight sweet…beautiful…individual faces.
Arranging themselves in near-perfect form.
Rising in the early morning.
Greeting me.
Seasonal Gifts
Seems - every year - they’re the same faces.
They’re not.
And - every year - at just this time…I think.
This season…this moment - is my favorite.
It’s not.
There is no one favorite.
Each has its own gifts.
Each is all so very very good.
Twins
Along with the crocuses and daffodils blooming….
Along with the last of the winter’s snow melting…
I now have the privilege of looking forward to spring’s most precious gifts….
Twins.