It’s here. I noticed it yesterday. After weeks of an extended dreary winter, yesterday I knew that spring had finally arrived in New England. For one thing–its been warmer. 50 something yesterday–I scuttled from car to appointments without a coat.
And yesterday morning, I was appalled at the windows–they need washing–that’s because the sun’s angle is higher. Looking out those same windows, the birds drew my gaze to the poplar tree and ding! I realized more birds and the poplar has big fat leaf buds.
More signs of spring: I tugged on the winter greens and branches in my outdoor containers and yesterday they came out! Finally they weren’t frozen stuck anymore. I eagerly removed them and stuck in the silk forsythia branches I use til it’s warm enough (night temps) to plant pansies.
I saw the snow drop blooming. (Don’t know what happened to the dozens I planted years ago–I’m so elated to see one!). And the witch hazel still blooms.
Supermarket daffodils and tulips I arranged in a vase. It’s my daily healing ritual–to smell and enjoy the flowers. During the summer, I pick from my garden. The rest of the year, supermarket lilies, roses, mums, and now spring bulbs gladden my day. These are perfect for Easter.
Last night I thought about opening windows to listen for the peepers-spring frogs that serenade us here in New England. But realized the night temps are still too cool. They’re in the thirties. So now I’ll be listening with my ears and measuring emerging bulb foliage with my eyes so I don’t miss a thing. Guess you could say I’m ready and eager to savor Spring!