Did I plant this or is this a weed?
Each morning with the sunlight tilting toward mellow and a cup of coffee in hand, I scan the dirt for clues. Look close for the tell-tale signs of Spring's approach. Small leaves. Shoots. Some things already in bloom. Crocus. Daffodil. Tulip. The dirt shaking free from the stupor of a long winter. Cracks. Heaps. Life.