I really love this time of year, when everything in nature seems to wake up all at once. Weeks of rain and a few warmish days suddenly get us grass we couldn’t remember being so green and pale green buds and yellow blooms everywhere.
This is my favorite view of the farm, no matter what the season. I love it in spring, fall and winter, too, but I think my all-time favorite view of this land is in summer.
Do you see the shade of green all the way in the back?
How about now?
I think that’s the shade of green that Ireland is made of. I need to get over to that field and see what’s growing there—and maybe plant some of it up by my house.
A boy who’s not thrilled to be strapped in the stroller:
Spring can be pink, too.
The Japanese Olive Tree (below, foreground) is an invasive species, but in a few more weeks I’ll no longer care as I breathe in its sugary sweet fragrance that’s so strong and enveloping I can almost taste it. Think simple syrup—it’s like a drug.
The weeping willow is the first tree to deliver green in spring:
I wonder how old these daffodils are. The clumps are huge and the farmhouse is old.
Still not enthused…
…but much better after a walk in the grass.
I'm so glad spring is finally here. Aren't you?