Is it really spring?
The space between full winter and full spring is one of my favorite times of year
One of the things I adore about living in New England is that it has four, very distinct seasons. And my second most favorite season is just beginning.
Spring isn’t a riot of flowers and color. At least not yet. The first part of spring is simply about waking up. The weather is still cool. There’s only enough warmth sneaking in to make the grass think about going green.
There are more birds. The robins arrived a little over a week ago. There are a few more species of birds hitting up the feeder. Not all of the commuters are back yet, though, and many of the ones I see now are just passing through. In a few weeks the humming birds will arrive. That’s when the bird season starts to get fun.
The daffodils and forsythia are getting ready to go. One patch of daffodils has buds, but most are barely poking buds out of the ground. The forsythia buds are getting visible. Buds on some of the other trees are also starting to form. Leaves won’t be out for a while, yet, but the tips of the trees are displaying their fall colors.
The first month of spring will be winter like with snow and frosts. But things are beginning to thaw, and that thawing out, these moments before things get all green and lush have their own beauty.
