All around the little house, in the Big Woods, there were little sounds of falling snow, and from the eaves there was the drip, drip of the melting icicles.
In just a little while the trees would be putting out their baby leaves, all the rosy and yellow pale green, and there would be wild flowers and birds in the woods.
Then there would be no more stories by the fire at night, but all day long Laura and Mary would run and play among the trees, for it would be spring.
Laura Ingalls Wilder from (Little House in the Big Woods).
It won’t be long my friends, until it’s time to spend every waking moment working in the garden. Until then, I’m trying to enjoy some relaxing. Every day I grow a little more excited, my gloves are itching to get dirty.
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