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A Budding Talent

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Spring is like a Seurat painting, a pointillistic work of art. Trees fill in with dotted buds in shades of rust and green.  Some unfold into all the colors of petals.  I especially love the dogwood buds that look like little baskets of eggs. I check them everyday and watch their progress like I check for eggs in the henhouse.

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Red buds ready to pop seem to promise a rosy future. 

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Spring is a time of fuzz and buzz.  It’s flighty and flirty.  It all happens so fast.

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I’m sad when it rains and yellow forsythia blossoms drop to the ground.  Daffodils droop, crocus crumble and grape hyacinths fade.  But then my eyes turn to swelled tulip bulbs that hint at what color they will be.  The azalea buds look like fingerprints, folded and holding their destiny, just waiting to be shook free.  

____________Our World Tuesday

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