Spring is finally arriving in our winter-ravaged area. Light green is beginning to creep into and over the landscape, maple trees are covered in fuzzy red buds, daffodils are nodding their sunny heads and forsythia bushes are bravely beginning to bloom along the roadsides. Halleluljah!!!
I've been seized with a powerful desire to document each thrilling new discovery. Happily, I also found my 50mm lens which allows me to take better close ups of all the miracles taking place outside. Below is a little sampling of early spring delights.
Daffodils shyly nodding their sweet, sunny heads in our yard.
This forsythia is soooo close to bursting open - maybe tomorrow.
Periwinkle (vinca) has begun to bloom at the edge of our yard.
Our lilac bush is budding but still holding out for slightly warmer weather to really go for it.
A friend gave us this Gerber Daisy when we moved in last summer. After months of looking rather sad around the edges, it burst into gorgeous, flame-colored bloom about a week ago.
And it's equally beautiful from above and below.
The seeds we planted (with Will's "help") two weekends ago have sprouted up very quickly in their little black plastic tray with clear cover - a simple but ideal greenhouse for newborn plants.
The cucumber seedlings are by far the most precocious and seem bent on a mad dash to outgrow their little home. We're thinking about putting them in the ground and crossing our fingers that there will not be a frost before we reach the magical "frost-free date" for this area in early May.
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You guys are just where we are, except our forsythia is a little further along--- and no vinva flowers for us yet. The boys "helped" with our zinnia seedlings which is why some have as many as five seedlings and almost a third of the peat pots are mysteriously barren.
ha! I know what you mean about the "help". We were working on getting our big container garden set up yesterday and Will was insistent on taking dirt out and dumping it all over himself and our deck. I wished for about an hour that we'd remained childless, then got over it (once we were finished.)
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