Spring. It happens in waves across the country. When Katie and I were in the South we saw spring in all it’s glory. We reveled in the sun and warmth. We forgot that it wasn’t spring everywhere.
And then we drove home, north into the gray skies, leafless trees, muddy trails. Cold. It snowed this week.
It was a shock, but all is not lost. As Katie and I explored the yard this past weekend we found traces of spring. Daffodils are popping up from the wet cold ground. So are some of the perennials. The bleeding heart is reaching for the sky.
It will be in bloom sooner than you think. And the monkshood is peeking out too….
..it will bloom next fall — which will also be sooner than we think.
Katie and I went for a walk in her park this weekend. The sun was out, the water was blue. It felt like spring had arrived.
We weren’t fooled. We know, here in Michigan, that winter will take at least one more swipe at us before April ends. But don’t tell that to the goldfinches, they’re already changing into their summer gold.
Katie and I are very lucky this year. We get to watch spring arrive twice! The daffodils are all done down South. But here they will be arriving any day now.
That’s a very good thing.