Spring Anticipation


It was very early Monday morning and spring was in bloom in Maryland. Mrs. Green tiptoed around the wet grass in her yard. Her garden shoes were muddy, the air smelled of lilac blooms, the new grass was kelly green, the sky was blue and awaiting the warmth of the afternoon sun.

Mrs. Green walked gently from one corner to the next in her garden. The forsythia were bright yellow and happy this year. The daffodils were dying back and her tulips were red and cheerful. Mrs. Green passed under the apricot tree and was showered with light pink petals falling from the sky. She stood still and held up her hands hoping the petals would never stop.

Mrs. Green was waiting and looking for something. She searched carefully in every corner and nook of her garden. She went all the way back to the stream near the climbing tree, into the vegetable garden, and under the willow.   She was happy with anticipation. You could tell by her careful steps and concentration that this was a real treasure. It had yet to be found this spring, but Mrs. Green was sure to find it soon.

It woke her in the morning and called her to the yard every day. It brought her out in the dewy grass. It wasn’t there today but maybe it would be there tomorrow. Mrs. Green loved the anticipation.

Copyright Terri Neagle Donaldson 2015

Terri Neagle Donaldson and Stressfreestories, 2015. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Terri Neagle Donaldson and Stressfreestories with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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