Every year, the same signs herald the rise of spring and the death of winter, yet every year these changes are as exciting and as fascinating as before. Today, the first of the annual signs appeared, as the first of my tulips emerged from below the earth.
The columbine also, one of my favorite spring flowers, decided it was time for a second try at coming up. (It was fooled by the short warm week in mid February, only to get nipped by temperatures in the single digits.
There was also an enormous migration of snow geese in the morning and early afternoon, with large V’s of birds visible in the sky at any moment. I looked them up in a bird book, and found that they winter in the southern US, and are now journeying to the uppermost region of Canada and Alaska for the summer. They were very loud, and although they were only small shadows high in the sky their distinctive honk was clearly audible from the ground.
One of the smaller flocks of geese.
Sarah,
What a succinct description of how us, who have a connection to the land, feel year after year as the seasons cycle. Love the way you write.
We’ll see ‘ya.
Love, Grandma Kathy & Granddad