The dreary days and weeks drag by as we gaze out the window at the gray sky and cold, wet earth. Mama and Papa have searched page after page in every seed catalog they can find and checked and rechecked their supply of saved seed from last years gardens. The wild creatures, still hidden in the trees have nearly depleted their winter food supply, and wait expectantly.
Then one morning to the thrill of all, Lady Sun comes peeping through the gray sky and melts the frost from the earth. She steams as her vapors arise and emerald blades of new grass appear. The robin comes and furiously scratches the sod in search of a nice fat worm.
The squirrels scamper from their tree houses and nibble nourishing maple seeds and the woolly old raccoon lumbers out from his cozy cave and climbs the fir tree to survey it all.
Papa oils the mower anticipating the chore he will dread by the end of summer as Mama joyfully digs her eager fingers into the cool, damp earth to remove a dandelion that has stayed too long according to the size of it's long root.