The air smells fresher this morning… could it be that something has shifted? Can we put to rest our fear that the last few days of warm sunshine were not a cruel trick of everlasting winter, designed to lull us into complacency, only to wallop us again with a blizzard? ( Don’t think it couldn’t happen! Ask my mother about the year she was here on April Fool’s Day and it snowed six inches!)
We have had a rare treat up here this year – the fabled ‘early spring.’ The buds are swelling on the trees, the daffodils are showing color – not quite blooming, but close! Last night, the frog chorus was singing from the pond. Two days ago, the pond-queen emerged from hibernation:
Sarah had gone down to sit and enjoy the sun, and called me (yes, on her phone!) to come see – and bring the camera! Last year, I don’t think we saw the turtles until almost May.
Yesterday, we got the surest sign of all that spring is here:
My hands* at the end of a long day in the garden! One bed cleaned out, a bunch more to go!
Bring it on, Spring!
*hand photo courtesy of the lovely and talented Sarah!