Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains
of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring. [from Northern Exposure, Wake Up Call, 1992]
If I could I'd pick a bunch of white Cosmos, bring them in the house, put them in a vase and just sit there staring** at their perfection. However, today the temp is hovering around zero with the possibility of more snow and temps near 40 by Friday. Spring inches her way north. In the meantime, visiting Today's Flowers is a great idea to add cheer to a cold Monday.