The crocuses in that triangular bed across from my beloved Darwin’s.
The daffodils tucked up against brick walls in Cambridge flowerbeds.
The witch hazel in front of the Harvard Art Museums.
Snowdrops tangled in the ground cover on a side street near my office.
Something’s coming, Tony sings in West Side Story. Something good, if I can wait.
I’m watching and hoping for spring, which isn’t quite here yet. (We’re just knocking on March, after all.) But these sprouts are giving me joy while I wait.
Even the tulips – a little early – are joining in the show.
What’s sprouting where you are?
cakes, tea and dreams 