My lavender seedling survived the winter and the oregano is coming up. The first shoots of chives are peeping through the winter blanket of fallen maple leaves, and the primula is in full yellow bloom. The hyacinths are budding, despite rabbit aggression, and the daffs will be out by Easter. The lawn is spangled with little blue thingies that I did not plant and whose name I do not know. The mourning doves are back, the municipal swans are out of durance vile and back on the river, and the cardinals are in a frenzy of sexy singing. Spring is busting out all over in Stratford.
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