She knew what it meant when all that water started to flow down the hill. Spring was finally there. After the long, cold winter the snow would finally go away.
It reminded her of what would be. The warm nights, when the sun wouldn't really go down. The birds singing, insects buzzing and fuzzing.
The first thing would be small patches of green. First green, then some yellow. A little bit of blue maybe. Mother's garden would come alive, every day a new plant would show up. Sleepy after being buried under the snow for such a long time. Shy in case there would be more cold coming up.
She was careful not to let water in her rubber boots, while she made her way up the flooding hill. She imagined it was a river with small ponds on it's way.
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