We worked harder and were happier

They’ve told me it’s spring, so it’s spring

The hydrangeas are days away from bloom

The fig tree’s grown several inches toward the warming sun

Orange bone and black celery wood fences

The four of us walked the shoreline and crossed a rusted bridge 

The dog wagged its tail, its smiling tongue lying out the right of its golden mouth

I spotted paint stains on flowers

California poppies