Our new dead-nettles
Overnight, a host of brilliant yellow dandelions have bloomed all over our lawn, punctuated by a crop of brilliant purple dead-nettles. The squirrels have not eaten our tulips, so we have a dash of bright red, too. Is it any wonder that most people love the spring.
And then the bells of St. Francis, across the street, chimed in with For the Beauty of the Earth.
The flowers tell us: God is nigh.