My Heartstring

I braved some cold, wet, weather yesterday. Not just on one of my many trips to the kennel with a bottle of formula, but...

because I glanced out my kitchen window and noticed this...

Now, it has been far from Spring-like around here lately, so I was a little surprised. But Forsythia is usually one of the first, so... okay.

Then, on the way back to the house, with my head down to avoid rain in my eyes, I spotted this...

and this...

and best of all, this...

Hellebore, glorious Hellebore, oh how I love thee!

Undaunted by cold, gloom, and so much WET that the grass sloshes when stepped upon, you stand there, defiant.

I am going to take a cue from you, pretty flower, and bring the Spring weather on with the force of my will, if at all possible.



Oh, and by the way... to ye of Irish descent... and to ye who celebrate for the sake of celebration... A Happy St. Patrick's Day to you!