Marvelous weather over the weekend, 65 on both Saturday and Sunday. Got all the ponds going again and lots more. And last night was a raging thunderstorm with lots of lightning. For reasons I don't know (but Steve Perry probably does), lightning always seems to spark the grass into growing again so it should be green all over again soon.
The rebirth of nature is one of the grandest reasons to tolerate a Michigan winter and one of my fondest spring memories from childhood is that of my mother's Crocus peeking through the snow.
So here is my ongoing crocus garden tribute to my mother, now gone almost 21 years.
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