Easter morning...spring is coming in like a mouse in Middle Tennessee. It's still freezing or below at night, but the days are warmer, accompanied by a biting wind too unruly for kite flying. Infant wildflowers are peeking through a blanket of leaves, the bravest of which are tooth wort, blood root and Jacob's ladder. Others will come, like the coquettish mayflower, but for now my soul clings to the hint of spring emerging from the forest floor and budding tips of branches.
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