Sun.
Still a chill in the air. Wispy white clouds. Explosions of sunlight. I
couldn't resist a Sunday afternoon stroll through the Acres. Spring is
taking hold. The dwarf daffodils in the Spring Bed under the ancient
maple have begun to bloom--they pride themselves in being first each
year--barely ahead of the Erlichter daffodils. I expect that they will
abloom next week. Lots of the daffodils
have buds--should be a marvelous show in a couple of weeks. The red and
pink corydalis have started to bloom as well--miniature trumpets on
fernish leaves. And the first dwarf "iris" has decided to join the
portrait. Several more crocus patches as well--I love the white ones.
The "I know where everything is" mindset is always revealed to be the
arrogance that it is even this early in spring's surprises. I always
stumble onto things where I was not expecting them. They have probably
been blooming every year, but it takes a winter like this last one to
totally flatten the grass in the wild area and allow me to "discover"
them. The world is full of beautiful things that no one has ever seen.
Just for angel viewing I suppose. Tulips, iris, and even day lilies are
starting to come up as well. Promises of beauty yet to come. It was a
lovely day for a slow, meandering, back-tracking walk through the
loveliness of early spring.
And now, to close, the one thing I
know you are all waiting to find out: no forsythia blooms yet--don't
put the snow shovel away.
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