One day there is snow, and one is going around in boots and parka. The next day, we are in short sleeves and sandals. Temperatures are well above freezing, skies are blue, and dazzling sunlight turns everything in sight golden.
Starlings are donning their warm weather plumage and putting on bright yellow beaks, and a pair of crows is building a nest in the big pine behind the little blue house. At intervals, they take a break from flying in and out of the old tree with nesting materials, sing their pleasure in the season, preen each other, do a little dancing and execute brief "flurry flights" over their territory.
When the first dwarf iris lifted its purple head out of the earth in a protected garden alcove a few days ago, I felt like kneeling down and kissing it.
Hallelujah, spring has sprung.
1 comment:
Is it just me, or do the first changes of season exit me more? The first snow was so wondrous, the first flowers, leaves so inspiring...I wonder if the first mosquito will be for summertime! Glad to hear spring has finally arrived in your neck of the woods.
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