The daffs are busting out all around town.
They're always first, and they always rock.
Everything will follow suit soon, everything will be gorgeous and beautiful and spectacular and will show us their own specific awesomeness and beauty and largess.
But those daffs, man.
They show us the next thing is coming. New growth, something from nothing, green after brown, yellow after grey . . .
I don't pretend to know anything. Because, as a matter of fact, I know nothing.
Except for this. Seasons change. Growth happens. Things bloom. There is nothing we can do but watch and marvel.
And the Daffs, as they always do, lead the way.
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