Spring is on our doorstep. When I walk outside into the garden-to-come, the
part that is not still covered with snow, I see tiny, fragile stalks of green pushing through the ground.
Every year, I gasp when I see this familiar sight. It always seems like a bit of a miracle. Even more miraculous will be how each young plant survives the keen interest of our many ravenous squirrels and chipmunks. Last year, several watched me as I planted those bulbs
and seeds. I told them "No!" in as many ways as I could muster. But they are smart & persistent. So I try to be the same.
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