Color me spring

Robin welcoming spring on a foggy morning.

Spring officially begins at 1:14am on March 20th.  The average high temperature here in the Bogs at this time of year is usually 48 degrees (F).

Sun rising on this foggy Monday morning

Weeks before the vernal equinox, spring arrived and started calling the land to life.  And boy, has the earth awakened!  Things are budding, blooming, and leafing so quickly this year it’s difficult to keep up with it all.

Burying Winter

Records are being broken with our high temperatures lately.  It is likely to happen again today as the thermometer reaches towards 80 degrees.

The fear is that this is a false spring, that in a week or two or three, winter will return and coldly burn away the greening and the colorful awakening.

The other fear is that we will skip spring entirely and go right into the dog days of summer, the growing season hastening along faster than we can keep up with it.

Coltsfoot

Either one of those things could happen.  Or neither one.  Perhaps spring will just settle in for a bit, a little warmer than usual on some days, a little cooler than usual on others.

Whatever happens, I am going to enjoy it, moment by moment, one (or two) flower(s) at a time, one foggy morning at a time, one warm and sunny afternoon at a time.

It is much too beautiful right now not to enjoy each moment, each flower, each budding tree.

The fog was thick this morning and it took quite a while for it to burn off, shrouding all the new life of spring in mystery and magic and dew.

This morning's view of the pond.

The spider webs were once again covered with the jewels of morning.  The birds filled the foggy air with their songs and chatter.  I took a walk in the meadows and around the pond, admiring Mother Nature’s displays.

An army of daffodils marching into spring

I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen so many daffodils in bloom all at once.  Their bright yellow heads are everywhere, popping up all across the landscape.

There are other flowers blooming as well, but I don’t know the names of them all.  Little blue flowers scattered across the lawn.  Snowdrops looking down upon the earth they recently decamped.

Greening of the willows

I’d best put an end to this post.  I could go on and on and on about how beautiful it is outside right now.  Thank you so much for stopping by.  What’s happening in your area?  Have you taken a walk today to find out?

Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer.

~ Geoffrey B. Charlesworth

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