return of old friends
Surprised and delighted by the song of peepers last weekend, each day brings another sign of spring.
Yesterday it was temperatures in the 60s, maybe 70. Earlier this week it was watching a hundred tiny bufflehead ducks cover our end of Harris Cove, furiously pounding mud critters for that long migration ahead.
Swelling tree beds, pussy willow thickening, the familiar scent of spring onions!
Hellebores with heads hanging, daffodil tips, Vs of geese way high on southerly winds, heading due north.
A tiny yellow butterfly, flitting this way and that, in no hurry across the yard.
The first osprey was spied on Wednesday on the Patuxent River, on the other side of the Bay.
Celebration of March birthdays, fall spinach in the garden bed reaching for the sun, the chives almost harvest size.
Our blue crabs, swiftly swimming sideways, pushing their way up the Bay from their muddy winter home at the mouth of the Chesapeake. I wonder, where are they now? Due in our parts by April, they can’t be far. My mouth waters at that thought.
Pancakes on the porch this morning.
Notwithstanding tonight’s predicted snow, nature shows us – spring is definitely here. Such sweet joy in welcoming these old friends home again.