The season change always surprises me with how it seems to sneak up on me and happen over night. The first truly cold days of fall depress me with the thought of the long winter ahead. Then by the time warm spring days appear, believe it or not I’m always a little sad that the cozy cocooning evenings by the fire are over.
Just a little. Mostly because I’m not emotionally ready to parade my winter skin around in lighter clothing. I do, however, love the warm weather, sunshine, and greening of the landscape.
Here are a few signs of spring around our house.
Last fall, Craig planted three tiny forsythia bushes at the back of our yard. I wasn’t sure how much to expect from them this spring, but they actually produced a few little yellow blossoms.
He has also been working on our square-foot garden for a month or so now. He’s got the whole crop rotation planned out for the year, and covers to protect from rabbits, scorching sun, or cold. A couple early crops went in a few days ago. He’s really into this. Hopefully it goes well and is fruitful.
Our lawn is greening up, I put the spring wreath on the door, and Saturday I bought two Boston ferns to hang. Pretty soon I’ll get some flowers going in my chair planter.
If you look really closely, you can see a bird on the chain of the fern on the left. Pretty much as soon as they were hung, a pair of purple finches took a strong liking to the ferns. I’m not sure if they’re going to build a nest or what, but they’re fun to watch out the front windows.