She looked out of the window as the bus came to a red light. Across the pavement was a large strip of grass that boarded the park fence. She could see the green shoots of flowers poking upwards. She wondered what they were. Maybe snowbells? Perhaps bluebells? Those at the back had to be daffodils as they looked too big to be anything else. The bus started up again and she told herself it was a sure sign that Spring was on it’s way.
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