Mark, for me it’s the trilliums
The Syracuse TV station weather guy said Wednesday morning shall bring one last snow.
He called it the last gasp of winter, as a matter of fact.
I hope so.
As I walked with Ellie B, aka Dogamous Pyle, this afternoon prior to the last snowy hurrah, I kept my eyes open for any signs of spring.
And the first one, serendipitously so, was in fact a sign. Placed outside the Friends Diner, it advertised the weekly chicken barbecue to come.
I closed my eyes and imagined the smell of food well-charred, eaten outside, sitting happily in the sun.
A block later, I spotted the front yard tree, below.
I do believe those are buds up there in the branches.
I closed my eyes and imagined the smell of leaves and blossoms, emerging…
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