Melting snow waters and revives a tiny patch of moss.

Early last week, I searched the few exposed patches of dirt for signs of bulbs pushing through the soil.  No sign of bulbs in the north-facing garden, yet.  Instead, I found the first bright green of the season:  An oasis of moss tucked beneath a little cavern of melting snow under our spruce tree.  Threaded with tiny seeds and spruce needles, the moss was the golden green of spring and droplets of melting snow refreshed it.  Lovely, restful green; a beautiful, hopeful color after months of black and white.