Flower Hill Farm Today. . .
Stepping back into last Spring's expiration . . .
present again in Winter's inhalation and shroud of icy white . . .
A deep breath in . . . then release . . . expansion of green . . .
breathe in . . .
and out . . . Weeping Crabapple verdure . . .
Lilacs hold their breath and buds a rest . . . Looking south . . .
Then a bit left more southeast . . . exhaling life's abundance in blooms and leaf.
Palm Warbler will return I trust . . .
when buds unfurl because they must. For those incased in Winter's shell, dream on . . . dream on into . . . promises of Spring's magic spell. To visit other gardens go to Katarina's Roses and Stuff. It's Blooming Friday!
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