The morning after the storm, nearly everyone wanted to snuggle back into bed with a book and a mug of coffee. Maybe take a nap.

But Rabbit was up early and heading out for a muddy walk to see what she could find now that it was very nearly almost-spring.

There were busy flocks of chirping, singing birds, of course.

And early leaf buds on some of the trees.

Tiny white-and-pink flowers, still closed for now, foreshadowed the carpet of spring beauties to come.

And there, in a sunny spot at the edge of the meadow: a patch of snowdrops.

(Early March 2024)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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