The spring came suddenly,
bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room,
with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.
I'm usually given a handful of mud or soggy crackers from Cora. She is such a little thumbtack.
Last year, our barren yard had only a few wild flowers, which are miniature snap dragons. Truly, a flower that grows rightly well at the home of our very own Ender the dragon Slayer/Tamer. Zander convinced me to let the scraggly things go to seed. So I bore the silly humiliation of having our gravel yard dotted with dead weedy things. He handpicked all the unwanted weeds and helped along the wildflowers to spread their love. I wasn't a believer in reseeding. It just seemed too magical and not bought beautifully grown already from Bakers Nursery.
Zander and nature proved me wrong. Our yard was full of wildflowers. Yeah yeah yeah, from a distance it still looked like an unkempt lawn, but given a closer look, rainbows would suddenly splash through crushed granite and brick.
Flowers that just spring up seem like the friendliest kind.