On the way home from work today I spied a lawn scattered throughout with purple crocus blossoms. A boy about 12-years-old had abandoned his bicycle on the sidewalk and was picking a few of them. He'd obviously been stopped on his ride to wherever he was going by the amazing sight of that beautiful lawn. The expression on his face was one of wonderment--quickly followed by a look of guilt when he saw me watching him. I had to flash a smile his way. I thought it was cute that he couldn't resist them, and I hoped the homeowner wouldn't be too angry.
I also saw buzzards (Cathartes aura) circling in the sky over the south side of town. It gave my heart a lift to see them--it's another sure sign of spring's return. As if that weren't enough, the spring peepers aka tree frogs (Pseudacris crucifer, see photo, above) were singing from the vernal pond in the woods behind our house when I arrived home. I know they'll be silenced in chilly days and nights ahead yet, but we are really on the last leg of our race to spring.
The bulbs are continuing to show green tips in my flower bed. I walk out and look at least once a day, marveling. It's amazing how they appear out of the cold, dank mud--you'd think nothing could thrive there. Although the new shoots seem to grow quickly, it will be weeks before anything actually blooms. I don't care. After months of silent cold we have bird- and frog-song in the air and a hint of green on the gently warming earth.
I have a lot of garden clean-up and pruning to do. Perhaps I'll tackle some of it tomorrow as I have taken a vacation day. Although it will be chilly, I think there will be a break in the rain, and I'm rarin' to go! Spring Peeper photo from the United States Geological Survey, an agency of the U. S. Dept. of the Interior.
That boy is going to grow up and be a very good gardener and a true lover of nature. I bet the sight was stunning.
ReplyDeleteGood morning. It was 9-degrees when I left for work this morning. I envy you the blooms and the head start on garden cleanup.
ReplyDeleteMarnie
I love to hear the peepers when it warms up. I live in a hill and do not have any but I always listen when I drive to the valley below to hear them. The buzzards are back a little early so I am hoping it is a good sign.
ReplyDeleteOh,Mare, I just want to cry when I read your writing. It is so beautiful and I feel as though I am standing next to you. That is a good feeling.Love and hugs
ReplyDeleteAren't all these signs of spring just wonderful? I am like you--every day I check the green shoots popping up from the earth, knowing that it's only a matter of time before spring is really here.
ReplyDeleteHooray! I can't believe I could finally leave a comment here--I'm on a computer at work today, so apparently it is something in the way my internet is set up at home that prevents me from leaving comments on certain blogs. I'll have to work on that.
ReplyDeleteI've been reading and enjoying your posts for some time; you're a very talented writer!