Any day you find…

Snowdropsa flower outside in March, is a GOOD day.  The snow finally melted on the north side of my house revealing Galanthus, common snowdrop bulbs about to bloom.

Botanically speaking: Gala- means milk-white in Greek and –anthus means flower

(Swedish botanist Carl Linneaus named this milk-white flower in 1753)

The color of hope

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How to survive spring when you yearn for WARMTH:

Buy potting soil, open the bag and just smell it.

 Search your computer for pictures you took last summer, when all was green and beautiful.

 Sit in that rectangle of sunshine on your carpet, if you can steal it from the cat.

Buy cut flowers, take a picture of them (so you can still enjoy them) then give them away.  You will feel warmer.

So close.

Door

Here we stand in winter, waiting at the door.  I checked, the handle it’s locked.  Though the souls of our feet are on the cold ground, the air flowing from under that door warms.

Can you even imagine what the door to spring looks like?  I would have to say mine is solid glass.  What I see through that glass door is a perfect spring day filled with that crazy bright green color of water-soaked grass and waves of pale yellow tulips. A baby bunny gnaws at the tulip stem, above trees explode in white and pink.   I am pressed against that glass door, making face prints like a child.

The lesson of the leaf

HeucheraSnow piled high since the year began, but on this day in March the meltdown begins.   Bits of mulched flower beds have thrown back the covers. This Heuchera seems to be leading the way, leading the plant escape.  This single battered leaf says to the others, “I am unfolding!  I am going out.  I am going for the sun, maybe I will even be crazy and photosynthesize!”

No, this leaf didn’t even care about the forecasted 6 to 8 inches just 24 hours later. This leaf ENJOYED today, every last 50 degree second of it.

On fire…

For some reason the fall color on this Full Moon Japanese Maple always amazes me.  I feel as though it is jumping out at me!  Oh, I wait anxiously for fall each year, because of this tree.