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.
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.
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.
The trees are still naked but soon, very soon, they will be green with that special golden green of new leaves.
Welcome springtime. I’m waiting to see my first robin.
Not yet, but I think they are here. Hiding. But here. This is nesting time. We’ll see them very soon.