I can’t tell you how much I am enjoying reading all the springtime posts around the blogosphere.
The silver maples are budding at Dawn’s.
Frogs are croaking and sap is running at Ann V’s.
Out in Violet’s British Columbia, it’s blossom time.
Eija is sipping her coffee outside in the garden.
And Randi, well she and a whole lot of others, are reminding me of one aspect of spring that I thoroughly enjoy …
when it is done.
Here on the Island, the signs of spring are all around.
- rotting, dripping ice
- tiny buds on bare branches
- longer days!! – oh yes i love the light.
- patches of tired, dirty, old snow
- green daffodil shoots pushing up through it
- return of the songbirds
- the sound of brooks and streams rushing and tumbling over stones and moss-covered logs
- sitting on the deck lifting your face to the warmth of the sun
- cows and horses out in the fields
- waves and the smell of salt water – why can’t you smell salt in the winter even if the water isn’t frozen? I don’t know but it’s a fact.
- the sound of the fog horn blowing off the Wood Islands ferry run
- lobster traps piled in neat rows on the wharves, waiting.
- sudden wild spring storms that dump a foot of snow and then melt entirely the next day. This snow is called poor man’s fertilizer – apparently it’s very good for the crops.
- muddy roads – impassible, red, mucky, muddy roads.
- and a glorious feeling in the air – aptly described by this Island saying, “It’s a large day!”
Hope you’re having a large day!
Photo credit – Rinda Dean