Greening Up

This is how it looked out there this morning:

The world is Greening Up, and the buds are Popping Up, and birdies are singing and we are here.

The dafs are starting to sing their cheerful song of yellow joy . . . 

These guys -- iris that grows like crazy and needs to be separated which is why people keep giving them to us -- (thank you) -- are popping out through last year's old news . . . 

The tiny new growth makes me sing with joy and love, right along with the daffodils . . . 

Saturday was beautiful and I spent it bent over the ground, unearthing all the new stuff, now that it's (I hope I hope) warm enough, each time yelling out . . . 

. . . "Mistah! Come look at this one!"

The tulips are wickedly close . . . 

. . . everything is.

I mean, we have buds, people.

The pinkies are busting . . . 

. . . as are the purpleys . . . 

. . . as are our beloved, original Iris . . . 

. . . as are we. 

Wedidit, peeps. We got through the winter. We are right back where we were a year ago, back when the world paused and we were forced to pause along with it, right at the exact time when everything outside was popping and singing and blooming and busting.

Which, if you'll excuse me, is what I am going to get out there and continue doing right now.