A year ago (actually thirteen months) I wrote about Spring bursting on us early and enthusiastically in the post that I titled "Green is the color."
This year has been different, with spring dragging its feet and poking its nose out and pulling back like Punxsutawney Phil on a sunny day. Finally, it feels like it is really here and the spring flowers are offering proof.
What looks like a light blanket of snow in the neighboring pasture is really these little white flowers. I don't even know their name, but I look forward each year to their appearance.
Even these guys, who I will spend all summer trying to eradicate, bring a smile.
Violets are old friends. I remember bringing these to my mother when I was very small.
Tulips aren't wildflowers, but they and the daffodils do come back each spring to announce winter's passing.