Late this morning I heard a knock at the back door and then someone calling "I've picked you your first flower." It was my oldest son, Heath. I had to take a picture of this "first" flower of the year along with our ferns that my husband just brought out from their wintering. Then I looked around and saw Aaron. While one son is bringing me flowers, the other one is digging up the yard. Oh well, as long as he finds treasure, who can complain.
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Ah, how sweet! I haven't seen any flowers blooming here yet but have been enjoying hearing the peepers and these lovely warm temps!
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