futile to resist

I could feel it yesterday, tugging at my soul. I tried to resist, it is not time yet. I have so many “inside” projects yet to finish.

But it kept nagging, poking at my heart. It was calling me, “come on, just a little time, just a little yard work, you know you want to. . .” I gave in. I found the promise of spring all over the yard.

Mr. Hummingbird greeted me at the back door, as he often does.


Buds on trees.


Flowers wanting to burst forth.


Even lowly weeds, heralding the promise.


Babies frolicking in the meadow.


It is on its way . . .



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