Just like I do every September, I purchased a bag of tulip bulbs for fall planting.
Just like I do every year, I failed to place them in the ground before it began to harden from evening frosts.
And just like every Autumn I can recall, there is always an Indian-Summer day or two.
I was sure I had lost my last window of opportunity when the nights began dipping into the teens and I woke to heavy layer of ice on my windshield.
Every time I saw the bag of bulbs in the mud room, I felt a twinge of sadness, because the red squirrels or chipmunks had dug up most of the other underground pieces.
There is nothing like the bright flashes of early spring color to chase away the winter blues that settle like frost into my being.
But December had a surprise for me and last Monday I spent an hour on my knees digging furiously in the damp soil.
You know what they say. You reap what you sow.
In one hour I sowed two sets of smiles—one for this week and several for the coming spring.
What about you? What moment(s) of joy brightened your week? Share your Happy Happens event(s) here and scatter a little love.