There’s color popping up everywhere, which for me is on the same level of importance as my ever-present big old glass of ice water. Just what I need to keep me happily alive. I’m drinking it in.

(Did you see the tiny little bug on the yellow flower?)

The Wisteria is just starting to wake up.

And so are these berries. Anyone besides my mom and sister know what these are?

For me, they’re childhood in tree form.

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