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.
One reason to be in the South in the winter.
And then we drove home, north into the gray skies, leafless trees, muddy trails. Cold. It snowed this week.
Why is it snowing??
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.
Purple pink sprouts pushing up through last garden debris.
It will be in bloom sooner than you think. And the monkshood is peeking out too….
Monkshood, excited to see the sun.
..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.
Mama! Is it spring now??
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.
Hey lady! This feeder needs to be filled!!
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.
You’re going to make me pose with our Michigan daffodils next week aren’t you mama!
Change Is Hard 