It's prancing on kitten feet, waving a breezy tail. Unbudded branches wave back in anticipation. Birdo has begun ritual preparations for the all too few parrot babies that will be hatching far away where the wind's breath is warm and moist. Ragni is reminiscing to her daughter Uli about those parental chores she happily performed once upon a time. Strolling into the unoccupied dogroom, Douglasina Prickle Puss returns to nap in a wicker basket where she once slept curled close to her foster mother, Zeidai Patitas.
Welcome, tender buds wakening into blossoms. Welcome most of all, our garden's renewed pledge to produce sweet grape and berry, apple and plum, citrus and fig.
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