Written by Ann
Growing up in Florida, I never experienced four distinct seasons. When I migrated north in my late thirties, I quickly realized I did not care for snow, but I was captivated by the daffodils, tulips, and hyacinths that seemed to burst from the ground just as the snow melted. It still fascinates me that, after months of being dormant under the frozen ground, the warmer temperatures cause these bulbs to bloom. Of course, we also know that as the days grow warmer, unwelcome weeds begin to sprout.
It’s nature’s reminder that whatever in buried under the ground comes back in due season.
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