Psst! Don't tell a soul. But I caught a whiff of fragrance this morning and found this . . .
and then discovered that the tulips Mira and I planted are doing this . . . (one for every year of her life; she turns 4 tomorrow)
And the daphne bush is doing this . . .
More fragrance - and I discovered this . . .
And - 'Don't forget the avocado!' said Mira. We've been watching the big seed for weeks now, and I had given up on it. But look, it's cracking open and shooting high.
Could it be - is it possible - that the shell of winter is also cracking open and giving birth to . . . ? (but don't say a word. We are talking about the most fickle season ever) . . .