Walking by them next to the church parking lot last Sunday morning, I actually yelled in caution, “What are you doing here?”
I realized how crass I must have sounded and calmly added, “I can’t explain how much joy your presence brings me, but I am concerned for your well-being.”
The 67-degree temperatures the day before had brought out the life-displaying, green, emerging tips of crocus and daffodil leaves. The jade green leaves were like florescent beacons of light surrounded by the brown death of winter. But we all know it’s an early mean trick.