What tells you spring is here? For some it's when they spot their first robin (which by the way, my mom spotted on March 11 this year). For me, it's when the perennials poke their little green heads out among the dry out / dead debris. Each year, I anxiously wait through Michigan's long winter months. I usually see it upon our return from spring break. It doesn't take long and I'm out pulling away the dead so the new can be seen. There is something spiritual about working in the garden on an early spring day. It happens every year and I see it as another way in which our Fathers affirms his love.
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