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Violets, Dandelions, and Little Purple Flowers

No one like dandelions … but the bees love them and they make a delicious wine. Violets are considered weeds too, but I love them and they have a wonderful smell. The little purple pansy like flowers grow everywhere and I have yet to figure out exactly what they are or where they come from. Anyone out there recognize them?

We don’t cut the back lawn until the violets and dandelions are gone for the year.

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Better Late Than Never

It’s late. The third week in April is very late for the first blooming of the forsythia. But oddly, the later flowers are right on time. The lilies are coming up beautifully and the back garden is full of tiger lilies.

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The tulips are ready to pop. They are running perhaps a week late, but I think they’ll be up in another day, maybe two.

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Life is bursting through the restraints of winter everywhere I look, from the ponds where the water fowl are building nests and mating, to the trees, just starting to form plump buds.

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The trees are still naked but soon, very soon, they will be green with that special golden green of new leaves.

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Welcome springtime. I’m waiting to see my first robin.

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Not yet, but I think they are here. Hiding. But here. This is nesting time. We’ll see them very soon.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Change – Beginning To End

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As I live my life here in the country, amidst trees, weeds, rocks and creatures that make their home in the woods surrounding us, I have become attuned to seasonal changes and the things which mark the ending of one and the start of the next.

The end of winter is heralded by the brave crocuses who battle their through the last of winter’s snow and debris.  Each picture in this gallery shows both a start and a finish, parts of the cycle. Embedded in every end is a beginning. Change is eternal.

Summer’s end. September sunrise.
These bright leaves are always the first sign that summer is ending and autumn has come.
Just an inch but more snow will come. Winter has here again.
The last snow heralds spring as surely as the flowers that will shortly follow. Deep, wet and white … winter’s last gasp.
The snow is gone, the crocus are here.
Purple and bright with hope for warmer days.

Hunting for Springtime

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Hard to see any evidence of springtime by the river.

Hard to see any evidence of springtime by the river.

And so we went out to see if spring was coming. There’s no sign of leaves on the trees, nor any flowering shrubs heavy with buds. Last year, everything was early and blooming by now. This year, it looks much more like November than April.

Kaity looks for something to shoot ... a bird, a flower and finds ... not much.

Kaity looks for something to shoot … a bird, a flower and finds … not much.

Yet there are signs. Small signs and not easy to find, but they are there. The grass is beginning to show green. The twigs on bushes are red with fresh sap. There are buds, still small and far from ready to burst, but Spring will come. Late this year … early last year. It evens out, I guess.

A bird stopped briefly by, but did not stay long enough to capture an image.

A bird stopped briefly by, but did not stay long enough to capture an image.

It’s odd not having flowers at Easter, but at last we have some crocuses. I thought we weren’t going to have any at all this year, but though delayed, a few have struggled through late snows, ice, and hard frosts and are blooming in our garden.

As if the benches too are waiting for the air to finally warm.

As if the benches too are waiting for the air to finally warm.

The forsythia would usually be blooming by now, but it isn’t and looks to be at least a week or two in the future.

The snow is gone, the crocus are here.
Purple and bright with hope for warmer days.

A classic case of better late than never!

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