This time of year always brings all the renewal of spring. I enjoy it all. Just yesterday, I was walking down the streets of Detroit on the sun-warmed sidewalks; today was a brisk-aired day but bright. I love all things spring, even the rain--not too much.
A few nights ago, I went in search of one of my favorite signs of spring: the snowdrops. I write about them every March. When I went out the other day, it was overcast and dull, but these little beauties were in their usual patches, covered in dew drops.
I was quick to share them with my mom. She's always curious if I've seen any yet. She even made me a special quilted wall hanging inspired by one of my March photos. It hangs in my tiny hallway by my bedroom all year. I love it.
Then, my second favorite decided to show up in my backyard.
My first robin of 2025.
It now feels like everything is in order for a wonderful spring ahead. More birds, morning songs, bright sunlit buds, flowers bursting, and the freshness of the new season.
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Oh, I love your ending! What hopeful, joyful words! (And I also love the quilt by your mom--it is so gorgeous!)
ReplyDeleteThe search for signs of Spring shares new beginnings for this time of the year. Your (and your Mum's) appreciation of nature comes through.
ReplyDeleteBetsy, I don’t get to experience seasonal change, so I really appreciate when someone’s writing helps me picture it! This was beautifully written :)
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