“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
That earthy smell. The snow is melting, the ground is muddy, but that earthy smell beckons me into the forgotten winter garden. Hitching up my dress clothes from work, I trod the squishy earth to say hello to the daffodils, grape hyacinths, and cherry blossoms. They are old friends who visit every spring.
My husband laughs as he catches me squatting with my camera -- my purse and work files precariously perched. Dinner's ready. We both have been working long hours - but tomorrow is Saturday. So, we move a little slower and take the time to look.
