Tag Archive: spring


If I Was A Blog Post

If I was a blog post, I would be about… huh… drawing a blank. I’m sure there’s a blog post lurking around here somewhere. Maybe I should check under the couch. Perhaps it dropped back behind the way the throw pillows do. Hm, guess not. Maybe I’m just unmotivated. I can’t really claim to have been horribly busy. There have been things to do, for sure, but it’s not been complete craziness.

I could lay some of the blame on spring fever. The weather has been, if not outright lovely, at least plenty nice enough to make outside quite attractive. Spring isn’t my favorite season – that place of honor is held by fall – but there are things about spring I just love, like the incredible range of green shades, the flowers, and how the land wakes up. Early spring is a stormy curmudgeon who has not yet had enough coffee and grumbles about the light.

But once in bloom? Spring makes me wonder if perhaps, after all, the earth is a morning person. It’s (mostly) warmer. The birds seem to share in the joy and are all a twitter-pated. There are wild turkeys out in the woods, and the toms are out there a-gobbling. They have a funny cry. I suppose it’d be scary in the dark if it was unfamiliar. The lambs are in their juvenile delinquent stage. They’re about half sized, still rounded with baby fat, and quite full of themselves. Kimberly has rediscovered her swing. She dons her bike helmet and carefully walks out to the swing. While she’s out there, the hills are alive with the sound of music. If she faces downhill and away from the tree, there’s a bit of an echo from the hills just across the valley. She loves to go out there and sing and sing and sing.

I love being out in all of this, of being a part of this world. It sweeps me away. One day last week, I went out just to transplant a few flowers from their unwanted, volunteer location to the new and highly desirable development near the chicken pen. As I was moving them, I realized that I could use the extra dirt in the beds I’d started for ferns. I just needed a few more rocks! While I was hauling more rocks, I found a hole, which explained how that one hen keeps getting out. I filled the hole and hauled more rocks and talked to Mom, who mentioned the mint waste, and one thing led to another and another… Next thing I knew, I’d been out there about three times as long as I’d planned, and it was well past lunch time!

Spring fever, I suppose. My mind’s outside wandering. I’m sure it will come back eventually. It might even bring a blog post back with it!

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Tree Frogs

There’s something about coming home in the dark. It’s not quite warm, but it’s not quite chilly, either. There’s something in the air that heralds the coming of daffodils and grass sprinting for the blue sky. You can almost smell the perfume spring is ready to launch into the air. The birds know it. Courtship rituals abound, robins, hawks, and who knows what all strutting and streaking and singing their hearts out.

And in the darkness, singing a mad chorus of joy for the coming abundance, are the tree frogs. On my way home, I saw at least two little froggies not hopping fast enough across the road. Silly, little frogs – chickens cross the road. Frogs should stay in their ponds and by their trees. When I got home, I climbed out my car and heard the frogs’ chorus of life. It makes me smile, always. Here, the hills are alive with the sound of music. I suppose I wouldn’t be so fond of the sound if the frogs were right outside my window, but they aren’t. There are trees all over these hills, and tree frogs must live in most of them. They sound like such a happy community, twittering and ribbeting and creaking away at each other.

Tree frogs remind me that life is good, the sun comes up, winter passes, food grows, and new life comes. Tree frogs and their chorus are awesome!

Wild Iris

Wild Iris

I like these almost as much daffodils. 🙂

Second Story Daffodils

I always look for the daffodils to tell me that spring is coming. My mom looks for the buzzards to return. They are a good indicator that the weather is ready to warm up and bloom, but I like the cheerful hardiness of the daffodils better than the carrion eaters. Imagine that! 😉

The daffys are just starting to roll out their glorious carpet, and Carey stopped for a moment at the end of the lane to grab these three for me. I snapped a few shots and put this one up on my DeviantArt page. As I said there, “Three daffodils, carelessly arranged in a water glass and sitting in the sill of a dirty window, still demonstrate that beauty can be found everywhere.” That’s what I love about daffodils!

Enjoy, folks! Winter is over, and spring nears!