All of a sudden, it seemed, the winter roses were in bloom.

The first one to notice this year’s blossoms — in a dozen shades of pink and purple, hiding shyly among fresh green leaves, as they do — was one of the littlest chipmunks, who had gone out for a meander in the almost-spring sunshine. She huddled underneath one of the low-hanging, down-turned flowers and watched the pink-and-purple sunlight drifting through petals that seemed to be made of stained glass.

(February 2023)

Story & Photo © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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