So the other morning I trotted outside to collect the daily newspapers when something nestled deep in the shadows near the back gate caught my eye. Something tiny, with just a hinted spark of color that stood out from the cool shade. Something I had not planted there, but that had taken the initiative to set its seed anyway, and to persevere through the chill of winter until the earth warmed enough for it to announce its arrival.
Here I am!
All my relatives live under the pear tree around the corner,
but I’ve got that pioneer spirit.
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