"Straight on the heels of yesterday’s wildflowers, this morning the violets in
my backyard are in bloom with both white and purple blossoms. The neighbor’s
forsythia bushes have erupted in a tentative first glimmer of yellow flowers,
and the lilac in my own dooryard is covered with tiny darkening buds. Flowers,
it seems, don’t need a calendar to tell them what time of year it is."
Lorianne DiSabato
Hoarded Ordinaries
