On a mission to document
Spring! Grabbed the camera and tromped around the homestead with my wiener sidekick to take killer, artistic shots of the emerging season. I envisioned tender buds on shrubs, trees preparing to burst forth and shy crocus revealing their purple crowns above the snow. I desired to show you,
my fellow chicken-wingers, the
gloriousness of the changing seasons.
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| Sniffing out Spring |
What I found: dead (or gravely injured) nandina, boxwoods with brown and frost-damaged leaves, and a couple of brave daffodil bulbs peeking up only to have their green tops brutalized by the recent cold snaps. Who wants to see a photo of such winter's carnage?? Not me.
Spring seems far, far away.
Like a distant galaxy. Like Pluto. It's there, but we can't see it with the naked
(I said naked!!) eye.
I'm sure it's charging up the hill, streaking like a meteor.
But I must use the telescope to catch a glimpse. Hey!....did you just see
that....that shooting star??
The reminders of Winter are so
.....ever-present.
And the promise of Spring is still just that.....a
promise.
Winter and grayness are still the focus. Spring may be coming....but it's blurry.
And it's carrying a ball.
Anticipatory love to all.
