Could a morning be any nicer? I just returned from my morning walk.
Spring is my favorite season. I know, many are wowed by the colors of
autumn. To me autumn exists to prove there is beauty even in death.
But spring, the subtle greens of the new leaves, the flowering of the
trees, even those not so showy, but such providers of early forage for
our girls (that's what we call our bees)! The new fresh curls of
ferns sticking up between the lush (and stinky!) leaves of skunk
cabbage, and the birds - twittering and chortling all around me as I
walk. The birds who wake me up at daybreak, singing their greetings
to the new morn. I just noticed the return of the orioles last week,
their fluting sing-song with their raspy call note returns just as the
leaves of the maples start to sprout. Spring is over too soon, the
heat of summer is trying to come in, but for now I'm enjoying the
beauty of my favorite season.
Ann, gardening in Zone 6a
South of Boston, Massachusetts
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