I know that for my online friends who live in the Southern Hemisphere, the season is turning from summer to autumn. But here in northern New England, we’re beginning to see signs of our long-awaited and, we like to think, well-deserved Spring.
And So It Begins
The trees are still bare and patches of snow linger in the shade. The newly-revealed ground is littered with last autumn’s leaves and the skeletal remains of last year’s perennials. But look! Right at my feet, pushing up through those decaying leaves and dead branches: the first crocus, tiny cups of brightest gold holding the promise of spring at last.
Are You For Real?
The earth is waking up from her long winter’s sleep. Last week I noticed a few green shoots of bulbs poking up through the soil, and this week there are dozens and dozens.
Ready or Not, Here We Come
Leaf buds are swelling in the lilac hedge.
Potentiality
There are more crocus blooming in the bed out back.
Old and New
And I’m not the only one happy about it.
Ecstasy [218/365]
Ah, Mother Nature, I knew you wouldn’t let us down!
