Small signs of spring.

The Mystical Willow had an offering of corn meal.  Perhaps someone was making a wand.  Or warding off ants.

The yarn faeries might be some sort of Spring Tree kind of thing.  I don’t know.  They were well met, either way.

Meanwhile, the dog is grazing on her favorite grass.

Toadstools. Everything starts with toadstools.


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2 Responses to Springing

  1. calan says:

    i kind of wish your dog was grazing on easter grass. rainbow poop just feels more magickal to me.

    • I.M. Pangs says:

      She’s eating plenty of other unidentified, colorful stuff. I’m still keeping my eye out for rainbow poop. Or possibly, a double rainbow.

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