Poor brave daffodils tried hard to bloom, it was their time to shine,
But winter’s fingers were still present all cold and icy and blind.
Valiant tulips and lilies shot forth spreading their leaves a furl Still winter's breath blew crystals of lace and sharp edged pearls...
The Good Lord knows spring has taken it’s own sweet time
getting here, hasn't it? Two weeks ago we had snow. Spring was on hold. The
profuse blooming of the daffodils was a nonevent this year. They didn't like the
snow a’tall.
This week’s warm south winds have brought in warmth and
soft misty rains with days of sunshine. I now have tiny baby leaves on my
Golden rain tree. My tulips, which are usually well in bloom by now, spread out
their greenery but not a bloom was in sight. I looked at them Sunday and sure
enough, there are the buds nestled low in the leaves but they’re on their way.
The Day lilies have lost the sickly yellow-green and are now standing six
vibrant inches and growing strong side by side with the Iris.
Last Wednesday, not a flowering tree was to be found in
the surrounding woods. Saturday the first of the Forsythias started to open and
the wild plums have gone, well, wild with overnight blooms. The Dogwoods
and Redbud are filled with buds and will be in full bloom by the weekend.
My Swallows returned this week and is busy repairing the
winter wear and tear on their nest. The last flocks of geese were moving
overhead to their summer homes this past weekend. The small herd of does is
here and in what I call the nursery. The matriarch has her babies here
Everywhere I look I see spring and my heart rejoices as I
breathe in the rich warm fragrances of the earth’s awakening.
It’s been a long time coming.
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
