Officially Spring starts on Tuesday, March 20th, but it feels like Spring started almost a month ago. We have had a very mild winter here in the Midwest. I’m not complaining mind you, I wished for a mild winter this year after two cold snowy winters in a row and I got my wish. Some flowers are in full bloom. My Hyacinths have all popped and smell so fragrant. My Peonies have sprouted, the Crocuses have already bloomed and withered. Every day brings some new bud or bloom. I want to play hooky so bad.
Some friends don’t much care for Spring flowers. They consider the blooming season too short. The flowers don’t last long, usually only days for some. But I look at Spring as an appetizer for Summer. For a taste of more to come. Teasing you with some warm days, new greening and hints of more color every day. In the Spring you have to pay attention and look around to notice the subtle changes going on. The smells are slight and intriguing. As I walk the dogs in the early morning, I’ll catch the whiff of a spring bloom, floating in the air.
Yesterday walking the dogs, I caught a glimpse of a small Forsythia blooming in the woods all alone. I came back with a shovel and bucket in hand and dug him up then planted him in the yard. Soon the Dutchman’s britches will be in bloom along the roadside and this year I’m bringing some home with me.
I would have to say that now Spring is my favorite season, with the teasing tantalizing glimpses of what beauty Mother Nature has to offer. You just have to stop and look around to find them peaking out under the Winter’s shadow.
A woman's view of hunting...with men 