Yep. There they were, little green plants beginning their reach towards the sun,
emerging from the faded brown of last year's mulch.
This patch made a heart-shape offering to spring, wreathed
by the fringe from last year.
We got this bit of glorious sun, warming the earth and us.
Unfortunately it is the lure, drawing us into the light
to serve as targets for six to nine inches of snow forecast
for tomorrow. Bleh and, to quote a blog-friend,
"Fuck, fuck, fuckity,fuck."