In my garden at springtime I am always tempted to snap dried-up looking twigs. Most of the time I resist the urge only to be pleasantly surprised with tender shoots. One would think I would learn from this and leave well enough alone. But, being human each year it’s the same.The entity involved in these encounters probably just rolls it’s eyes and continue on to finding it’s way. Maybe someday.
Pear blossoms. This is from my pear tree. I planted it myself and it actually lived to be a tree bearing fruit. It was a big hit with the neighbors. They were helping me count how many pears we on the tree for the first time:))
It has been some years now. But still, every year, I am amazed!
The first warm spring day at the botanic gardens are met with a good turnout. People of all ages, anxious to bask in the beauty of the early blooms. And for whom wandering under the cherry blossom canopy is a rite of spring. So they come early to bear witness – before the blossoms dwindle and start to fall.
a life of beauty
even in its falling
This winter has not been especially kind to my spirits. A heavy heart loomed, most times out of nowhere. It was hard to get ahold of, or figure out why. This fueled my quest for spring which took its time getting here.Today, I spotted my first cherry blossoms! A lone tree, stands among others that still stood tall, gawky and bare. This lifted my spirits.
first of the season
a cherry blossom sighting
as spring takes a hold
the blossoms ripple and sway
in spring breeze, lightens my mood
It’s officially spring! Walks in the park are back on. At this point, there are hints of green poking through the wheat brown of winter. But, not a flower in sight.
The beauty of this time though is, there are still more birds than humans. And they’re reveling in the solitude.
a springtime pastime
sparrows frolic in the park –
cliques fly back and forth
in a giant spring mingle
rowdy teens too, just like us!