The snow came and left in a matter of hours, spring is definately strutting her new lovely finery. The poplar blossums are out, as are the forsythia, but the ground cherry tree in my front yard has only its leafy red haze showing. The rosy red blossoms won't come out until the weather gets a little warmer. Then they will be thick and fair, and seeing the birds as they wait their turns for the feeder will be a little harder.

No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow!

Proof Positive

That spring is here. I don't care that they say it is going to snow on Sunday. Spring is here. See?

Spring is Here

I haven't any little lambies or chickies or ducklings to post. I haven't a farm or a vast acreage to wander or deep woods be lost in, but the wonder of Spring come at last is here too. She has put on her crinolines and topped them with a swirl of green and white, and the pinks and yellows are not far behind. Welcome dearest mother, and sweetest sister.