Easter Lace

So fellow travelers,  I miss Spring.  It was here not long ago.


Pretty little periwinkles in my daylily bed. I regret to report they expired after snow and frost hit this week.

and I found it not too terribly far away when I traveled to Philly to spend Easter Sunday with my family.


Yellow explosions of forsythia by my parents townhouse

Back here in Upstate New York, Old Man Winter has sent Miss Spring scurrying away.

Maybe she will come back when she reads this haiku I wrote in her honor:


Even the willow

Puts on it’s finest green lace

Dressed in Sunday Best


Creekside willows blowing in the gentle breeze on Easter Sunday morning

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