As spring creeps in, I keep waiting for the charm of a proper snowfall. This unseasonably warm winter seem to have fooled no one but me. The young leaves of the butterfly bush takes a stand. They look sturdy and healthy. They’re not going anywhere, despite their encounter with a transient snowfall. They’ve suffered no harm.
spring comes alive plant pots at the garden’s edge wore winter like clutter
Dverse Poets Pub where Frank Tassone is hosting Haibun Monday and the prompt is “Spring”