Hauling in an armload of yesterday’s groceries from the bed of the truck, I heard a cry of surprise from my eight year old son, Asa. He was doing his chores, and had made his way into the back yard to feed the dogs. “Dad!” he yelled. “Come here!” I put the groceries down on one of our two front deck chairs, and walked back to him, wondering what had caught his interest.
“Spring snuck up on us!” he said with a big smile. “Daffodils!”
“It sure did,” I said, smiling too.
Dr. Bob Leonard
