This past Friday we were assaulted by Mother Nature with freezing rain, hail, sleet. Just wave after wave, all day long.
But SPRING will arrive eventually. Forsythias are in full bloom, the daffodils are nearly past, the crocuses that I planted last fall finally came up although I think the chipmunks and squirrels got most of them. The yard is a carpet of spring beauties and the redbud is ready to pop. The bluebells are out. Blue and yellow.
Even my largest crabapple is late. This time a few years ago, it was in full bloom. A week of warm weather will surely see it out.
Although we lament the weather as Mother Nature doesn’t always follow our wishes, we know spring will eventually get here. The swift who makes a nest on the porch of my studio is already nesting. The mourning doves are pairing up. And I’d better get the rest of the birdhouses up real soon. Like today, maybe.
As I drove down the driveway late Friday afternoon, I stopped at the creek (which our drive crosses), just to see what I could see. And I saw this beautiful wood duck paddling around. This is the first one that I’ve seen in over thirty-five years! The plummage was beyond words. So colorful and distinctive. I hope that the wood duck family starts a family nearby but the creek with its after-storm gully washers is not the best place for a nest. Maybe up the hill a bit.
Anyway, all this is a reminder that even if you live in the same place and don’t go anywhere, surprises can find you. Keep your eyes open.
Spring is coming.