Big Events

Last frost of the month overnight; we awoke to white in the shadows.

At least we assume it's the last. The full moon makes us think so.

Each day brims with big events: bullfrogs emerging from the mud, star chickweed blooming in the beech grove, wild cherries planted in the field by the birds and holding up their fleur-de-lis to the racing clouds.

One last. Many firsts. A proper balance.

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