Perched

Arms draped with plastic-bagged groceries, I was almost to the front door when I saw it: 

Spring green moss growing right next to a pile of snow.

Are you kidding me? 

I dropped the bags and took phone photos.

I'm glad the neighbors weren't out to see me on the down-low, 

hovering over tiny patches of green. 

That's February in Kentucky! 

We're perched right on the edge of spring, with one foot buried in a snow bank 

and the other stretched toward a soft patch of new grass. 

It must be time to start some seeds ...