On a gloomy afternoon, there’s a knock at my door. I recognize the sharp two-rap code that announces a package from UPS, followed by the soft thud of a box being set on the porch. It’s so cold outside, I don’t even want to open the door. I briefly entertain the idea of waiting until my husband gets home from work when he will see the package sitting outside and bring it in with him. But I’m not expecting a package, and so I decide to brave the shrill rush of arctic air long enough to sate my curiosity.
It was worth it. This is what the package contained: a cheery basket of spring bulbs. Sent by a couple of friends who live somewhere much warmer than Rhode Island. Buds from buds to their bud.
I’m so blessed!
P.S. Curiosity doesn’t always kill the cat.
P.P.S. Thank you to my generous buds for remembering my birthday in such a delightful way!