And, Ever So Slowly, Spring…

Maybe it’s because we were all so spoiled last year, when Spring decided to come early, but it really felt for a while like it was never going to arrive… Even now, as we sit on April’s doorstep, the signs are small.

But they’re there.

Down at the stream, the water is running, clear and cold. Beside the trunk of the downed willow tree, daffodils and daylillies have sprouted.

The crocuses have poked up through the fallen oak leaves. I don’t have enough of these, something that gets forgotten every fall, when it’s time to plant more…

The miniature daffs are beginning to open, benefitting from the sun-gathering warmth of the granite boulder behind them…

Even a few of the larger ones are showing their faces…

Though we have yet to see the turtles and the fish are still sluggish, other animal signs abound. At dawn, the robins sing and dance. At dusk, the woodcocks sing their mating songs, and spiral up into the darkening sky. All night long, the spring peepers call from the vernal ponds over in the field…

It’ll get here. Even if it takes a while…

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