|A day at the Museum with our daughter February 2016|
It’s early March, not at all what I would call spring but here in Arizona the warm clear days have convinced everything to sprout. I’ve just finished planting petunias in our garden pots. Looking up, I notice the orange tree is starting to bud. My hands are black from the potting mix so I wash them with water from the hose and wave to the gardener as he rushes by on his riding mower. The smell of freshly cut grass floats in the breeze behind him. Ahh. It’s as though Mother Nature is telling everything to wake up and renew.