“Why does it take so long for things to turn green again? This is taking forever!”
The child’s grandmother took a breath and considered the matter. “Well, there’s little elves out there who were hired to the job. They get paid in birdsong, bullfrog croaks, and peepers, so as soon as you hear those you know it has begun. They have tiny paintbrushes, you see, and they have to paint each blade of grass and every single plant. It goes rather slow at fast because they’re out of practice, but once they’ve caught their stride it goes ever so fast. Some folks call that the ‘green-up’ but I just call it spring.”
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Jennifer Shelby 