After a summer unknown in living memory, of more than 70 days of temperatures over 100 degrees, of the worst drought ever recorded, of the worst loss of trees and wildlife that one season has ever claimed, we had what passes for winter around here. Some people are bemoaning the fact that we never got a hard freeze, saying that the pesky pests will be outumbering us. I say they got wiped out with the summer, and we can manage without winter just fine.
Still, it is an early warmth, and with the generosity of some gentle soaking rains, the earth is wakening from its little nap. Everwhere I look are buds and blooms, green grass and butterflies. I can't keep up with it all, and my drive to town is a distraction. Not traffic of course, but all the inviting sights outside the window of my car.
The little creek on our lane shows the muddy path taken by cattle
who cross it for the greener grass.
This is Spring Creek, and looks healthy and well again.
That's a blue heron flying off to the right.
Something about a red barn makes me think of Norman Rockwell.
We need some freckled kids or soldier boys to complete the scene.
One of my sisters must have planted this in the yard.
Maybe it is an azalea?
The paper whites are always first to signal that winter is over.
I trust them more than the groundhog.
Daffy Down Dilly has Come to Town
In her Green Skirt and her Yellow Gown.
The rosemary bush is happy to be here,
and has fragrant blooms to show for it.
In town, the pear trees bloom for a few too short days.
Early to tell, but this little feller will grow to be a Texas Longhorn.
I hope your spring will come in beauty. I hope that this summer will be kinder than the last. I am glad for spring rain.
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