Whew! Since yesterday, spring’s been hurtling forward at breakneck speed. It’s left me a bit breathless, unsure of which beautiful sight to share with you today. Would you like to see the redbud trees in our neighbor’s ravine or the goldfinches in the tree? Or maybe the one perched on the fence by our driveway?
Finally, I settled on the magnolia. You saw gray pictures of the swelling buds weeks ago and endured my worry over the possibility of frost damage last week. To my great joy, most of the buds survived. Our bush/tree (we’ve still not settled that disagreement) is loaded with blossoms. Magnolia trees all around town are a frenzy of blooms this week, stunning and lush, worth eleven months of waiting and the fear of frost.
This spring day is so spectacular, I’m hanging the wash on the line as an excuse to spend more time soaking up sunshine. I harvested a few more stalks of asparagus. Enough, Mom says, to make creamed ham and asparagus on toast for her and Hiram tonight. She even offered to make something different for me.
Spring’s been a wild ride these last few days. I’m determined to enjoy every minute of it.
