Today the hellebores and tulips and greenery refused to cooperate into their Big Arrangement, turning up their lovely tutus and petticoats and ruffles at my rinky-dink tools.  “Non, non, non!” they objected to my flimsy craft store chicken wire and not-quite-heavy enough flower frog.  So I will be forced to buy some Supplies, because – well, if we give the flowers what they need, they will give us everything.

I feel like I blink on Saturday, and it’s gone.  And the flowers take all my Sunday – so where will the butterflies find their way into March – which is already on its 7th day?  Hopefully the petals will suffice.  Or lure the butterflies in to take up the light and remember Spring.