Springing

It is springing.  Camellias are tight pink buds, and bloom swiftly in the warmth of the house.  Daffodils are up and singing their yellow song in sunny corners.  Rose leaves are just barely appearing on the canes, and the new currants have tiny red buds at their tips.  One huge old butterfly bush has gotten ahead of itself, and has leafed out in full.  It thinks it is May. 

In another week, the apple trees tell me, there will be blooms on the apple trees to pair with this daffodil as it opens.

The long wait is over, and life begins again.