Outside, however, the plants are up as bold and brash as ever. My two little sprites went out at bedtime to take a quick peek:
Violet shows her little sister what "viowets wook wike".
They admire the dainty blue of the first forget-me-nots,
and the bossy red of the tulips.
Sweet wee hands cup this bloom so tenderly, inviting me to take a sniff: "They smeh-oo wike ice cweam!"
Blessed garden sprites. With their trampling boots, and hands that can't resist plucking each flower as it blooms, my garden has never been so beautiful.