We’ve made it past the Equinox but no daffodils line my front path yet.

Waiting for when the frogs, newly thawed, come hip hopping across the road to find the vernal pool behind my house in which to mate.

And waiting for the turtles to crawl up from the pond onto my front path, dig a hole and lay their eggs. I don’t know why they always choose to lay their eggs on my front path – it’s hardly the safest place – where egg eating snakes and chipmunks, cats and dogs abound. Some little turtles miraculously do seem to survive. That’s nature for you.

I love the little bit of red on their glossy shells and on their feet and tails.

And I shall be nestled all snug in my bed while visions of daffodils, frogs and turtles dance in my head. Does that remind you of another poem…something about sugar plums? Totally the wrong season.

Night night.💤💤💤