Morning dawned cold and quiet in the garden, but it was finally, blissfully not-gray.

After so many unrelentingly dreary days, the pale almost-spring sunshine peeked softly through windows, calling everyone to come outside, where drifts of snowdrops had both sprouted and bloomed, seemingly overnight, under the leafless trees.

This called for a picnic, of course, so everyone wound long knitted scarves around their necks, pulled hats on, grabbed mittens, and headed out into the chilly morning with sandwiches and cake wrapped in wax paper, and thermoses full of hot coffee.

(February 2022)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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