Spring is almost here. The green things are beginning to sneak out of the ground. Birds are optimistically building their nests.
This morning Cordelia and I hunted for life. We wandered through our yard, each excitedly pointing out the little green shoots.
Cordelia would ask, "What will this be?" And I would tell her about each new or returning life.
We pawed through the grass, investigating the bright greens that thread through the faded yellows.
We talked about starting gardens and plans for the spring.