It was a small thing but it gave me joy. I moved a gerbera daisy and it responded to its new location by giving out two yellow flowers. The flowers would have shriveled up in the old location. We had another such plant and it died. Every time I look at the flowers I smile. Such a small event in my day but it gave me much pleasure.

I looked high and low but I could not spot any more robins.  Every stretch of lawn I looked up and down but no more robins.  I almost doubted the bird I saw yesterday was a robin but I recognized its distinctive hop.  Maybe, it was one that did not migrate–not all do.  It was a warm day today.  Three different colored primrose were blooming–each flower contained a yellow star.  There were pink, white and a multitude of yellow flowers.  The purple crocus we transplanted a week ago were all blooming.  It was sunny and then it rained.  Spring was on the horizon.