Today is the day the Bradford Pears broke forth in white abandon.
Today is the day, the Flowering Quince and the Forsythia are in bloom. (My mother said they should be planted together for the contrast of the tropicana and sunlight yellow blossoms.)
Today is the day a red Piper Cub split the cloudless pale cobalt sky.
Today is the day the great 8 mile walker, Betty, returned to the trail after 4 months of Shingles.
"I know I can do it," she says.
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