From the Backdoor, by Karen Severson (03/07/22)

First thing I seem to notice is mud now that all the snow has melted. 

But as I look past the mud, I notice the clothesline which will soon be drying our laundry and where we’ll pause to smell the lilacs, the garden patch where we’ll soon be snacking on strawberries as we walk past, and the beautiful colors and smells that await as Spring comes into full bloom.There’s so much beauty right outside my back door; I just need to look beyond the mud.