The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. — Henry Van Dyke
Springs seems to take a longer time showing its face in our little valley. Only a few days have really felt like a true, spring day. Today was one; the wind was calm, the temperature mild, and the trilling flute-like call of the meadowlark rang through the air. I'm still waiting for the smells of spring to come: lilacs’ perfume, freshly plowed earth, and crisp, clean, line-dried linens. When is the advent of spring for you? Do you go by the calendar or wait for a certain something to let you know spring is here?
Edited: I took the photos above in our orchard and side yard respectively.
4 comments:
Did you take the pictures? Those are awesome pictures! Right now in our neck of the woods we're having snow. Yeck. Oh well...it means moisture. Maybe when the sun comes back out and it starts warming up again the grass will turn green more quickly. Until then we have to deal with the snow.
To me, it's truly spring when I can go outside in my bare feet and shirt sleeves comfortably and when I hear the sounds of lawn mowers and weed trimmers starting up. And next month there will be Lilac and Mayflower blossoms. That is always heavenly!
Julie,
I did take the pictures. I guess I should do a better job of taking the credit when I post my pics. I did go back and add a postscript to the post. Thanks!
Henry Van Dyke is one smart fellow and I love the pictures you took. WOW! Spring has kind of arrived here, but I am still waiting for the warmth.
Awesome photographs Monste.
Spring to me is when the Family and I can start to spend time in the mountains together. We love to camp, even if its just overnight. We look forward to the first weekend we can drive up one of the creeks and have our first picnic of the year!
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