Before I know it the slate covered juncos will be gone. There is a reason they are, also, called “snow” birds. The snow will melt, the temperatures will rise and they they will migrate North and will not return till next year. I keep checking the ten day forecast and temperatures will hit the forties in a few days and gradually rise and spring will be here–now only three weeks away. Last I checked the daffodils were not poking their head out of the ground but I have not looked in a week. The blooming of the crocus and primrose are not far away and then I will have to make daily inspections for the next sign of spring. Spring is a time of rebirth.

Tomorrow is Spring and it does not feel that way.  I checked the ten day forecast–most of the next ten days are thirties and forties with only one day hitting fifty.  It snowed a few inches yesterday and I checked the crocuses:  one bud was peeking out of the snow.  I know.  Spring will finally come with the corresponding higher temperatures and then I will take the warmer weather for granted.

Spring Is A Day Away

Author: siggy

Spring is a day away although it feels like it had arrived early.  By now the daffodils are blooming everywhere.  The crocus are done.  Forsythia are also blooming.  The deciduous trees all have buds.  I have already dug out my shorts.  There were some days that warranted them.  For a few weeks now it has been in the sixties and seventies.  I have even wore my tee shirts although not every day was warm enough to do that.  In a few weeks I will put out hummingbird nectar.  I am shooting for April 1 to do that although I usually do not see them until the end of April.  With the warmer weather maybe they will come sooner.  We will see.

I looked high and low but I could not spot any more robins.  Every stretch of lawn I looked up and down but no more robins.  I almost doubted the bird I saw yesterday was a robin but I recognized its distinctive hop.  Maybe, it was one that did not migrate–not all do.  It was a warm day today.  Three different colored primrose were blooming–each flower contained a yellow star.  There were pink, white and a multitude of yellow flowers.  The purple crocus we transplanted a week ago were all blooming.  It was sunny and then it rained.  Spring was on the horizon.