Spring has started to make an appearance in my little garden this week, with crocuses joining the hardy snowdrops. The latter are always the first come into flower, arriving en mass, heartily withstanding the final, flying snowflakes, and giving their assurance that more blooms will follow.
I'm not in a rush for the seasonal flowers.
I want springtime to
e a s e into existence,
softly,
gently,
and then
l i n g e r
luxuriously.
Springtime.
I hope you revel in it.
Thank you to Mary for hosting.
I was
happy to find that my first colourful crocuses of the season have popped up in the garden. As well, the daffodil buds are getting plumper by the day.
As for the snowdrops tucked in a dark corner,
how did I never notice them at this stage in previous years, with the beautiful green patterns on the white petaled backdrop? I really do think that blogging makes me look at things more closely.
The fuzzy magnolia buds (having dealt successfully with winter's snow) are showing promise, as are the sturdy tulip leaves that have poked through the earth and pushed their way through last year's mulch. There are no blasts of colour here, but time will change that.
After the struggle, comes the bloom.
Here's to spring arriving, officially, this week!
What do you love about the new season?
If you're on the other half of the world, feel free to comment on autumn!
❀
I'm pleased to be linking with Mary at Little Red House for
Mosaic Monday.
If you have time, please visit Sunlit Sunday here.
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