One of the signs of oncoming Spring in our family is a brother and sister who share a birthday nine years apart—on Pie Day.
Phyllis, Florence and Blossom begin to bloom in anticipation to being moved back outside to the porch.
Soft rain collects on the plum tree’s potential flowers.
The escaping socks are now colorful and short instead of fuzzy and long.
I find runaway work gloves instead of winter mittens.
My first morning bicycle ride of the year with a very long shadow as the sun rises due east.