Spring is definitely on its way Bessie decides as she pushes the double stroller with Paddy and Silver, snug in their snowsuits, along the road between the Dodd home and Jason’s. Miss Marple runs alongside, pulling on her leash, sniffing the ground every ten feet. Clumps of old gray snow are turning into puddles where the earth meets the pavement. Although the air is still cold, the early March sun feels warm on her face.
Bessie loves spring the best of all the seasons – the promise of it, the expectations. New growth pushes its way with great determination into frigid air. The dead shells of tree buds fall off to reveal delicate, lime-colored leaves. White snowdrops followed by crocuses in dazzling primary colors will soon be springing up all over.
Where does all that energy come from?
