The morning after I posted my lament that spring was not near, and summer was even further away, through my morning window I saw a spot of color. I looked again and ran for the camera (which normally lives in this morning room, but had taken a walk to the computer desk). What I saw was this:
Be still my heart! Wait! Don’t be still, but flutter gently with happiness. A little fluffed-up-against-the-cold goldfinch! Joy! Smiles! Hope blossomed in that gently fluttering heart. Later that morning there were a couple of tree swallows flying around. Life is good!
Then Lisa at Peripheral Perceptions sent me spring flowers via her blog to make up for the lack of them in my yard. So much kindness in this land of blog! When I read that blog, what I was seeing out my window was those cold white flakes that fall from the sky during the winter and obviously during the spring too, so the warmth of her bright blooms was especially appreciated.
Between the flurries of white flakes falling yesterday, I went out with the girls for a bit of a walk-about of our yard. Okay, so the intent was to give the girls a potty break and toss the ball for Bailey a few times, but while we were out there, a walk-about seemed a good idea. Desperation and hope encouraging me, I walked first to the little bed where I had planted crocus a couple of years ago – the bed the underground critters had not yet found and feasted on. Oh my goodness! What I saw made me run back to the house for the camera (I really need to teach that camera to just always follow me wherever I go).
Sprouts! Spouts with the beginning of bloom, which may have been full bloom had we had any sun to shine upon the pretty little sprouts. Little crocus smiling up at me from within their furled up petals.
While I was there, it was a good time to take a picture of the mound of wooly thyme wearing its winter cloak of purple. I’ve been meaning to do this for some time. Down a little from the thyme mound is the creeping veronica whose proper name I do not know – the veronica was a gift from a friend, given to me shortly after we moved here from her garden – is beginning to show it’s spring green with tiny bits of new growth appearing. A little later, when it is a little warmer and sunnier, it will delight with it’s very early blue blossoms. A tiny bit of her appears at the top of this photo, to the left of the crocus.
Wandering further in the yard, I found this tiny little pink member of the corydalis family peeking up through the pine needle debris. I suspect if we could just have a day or two with temperatures in the 50s and no wind or at least only a little breeze – because the wind always makes it feel at least 10 degrees colder and I am a fair weather yardwork person – so I could do some clean up out there, I would find more treasures.
And then, in the area where the daffodils always bloom first, a little guy rising up with buds galore, one of which is trying to come out and greet the world. But those falling white flakes are discouraging, so perhaps it should wait just a bit in the hope that the environment will be a bit more friendly.
I came back into the house feeling uplifted, with more hope for warmth and blossoms than I had had earlier in the day. Until evening, before the light faded, the air was again filled with those falling white flakes. And this morning, when the thermometer on the tree out there is saying we are just a hair above 20.
Maybe next week.