You know something is coming, but you don't yet know exactly what it looks like. Buds unfold in stages. First they are born (appear), and then they sit up, crawl, toddle...unfolding slowly over time, like buds opening up.
Babies become personalities and people. Buds become flowers and trees.
Buds are one of my favorite parts of spring When grass turns green. And birds sing.
Buds poke their way up out of the earth, gingerly at first.
Crocus show their heads, and then daffodils. Tulips come. In time, the rhododendrun puts on her finest gown of bright pink and struts her stuff, going to the ball!
Buds emerge in every color and size and shape. Each has its own name and promise.
Buds don't last for long, so you have to watch them carefully. In the wink of a sunny day, there they are, full grown!
(Not unlike babies who become adults!)
Buds are plants waiting to be born.
Loving buds is-----to enjoy being pregnant, in a strange sort of way.
So, how's that for a young spring day?
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