I should have ventured further than the snowbank blocking my path yesterday. If I had, I’d have found all of this:
A tiny asparagus shoot.
Chives, coming up much more quickly than the ones in my windowsill.
Onions of some perennial variety, transplanted last summer from an Aunt’s overwhelmed garden.
A few tiny iris leaves.
Of course, tulips. It must be spring.
Hello spring. You’re a month late, but I’ll take it.