At the moment it is pouring rain. But we have already had several very nice days in April. Around Connecticut there are some lawns carpeted in squill (scilla) and crocuses, and the early daffodils are blooming as well.
One of the things I like about spring is its constancy - all the beautiful flowers we love that come back again and again. Last year at this time I posted a picture of my grandmother's favorite primrose; here are this year's blooms.
Of course, not everything stays the same. The primrose is below a rock wall, and a tree growing through the wall has pushed a big stone out so that it is hanging over the primroses. Better fix that before it drops!
The delicately-scented white forsythia (an import from Korea) is blooming
and when we walked in the woods, Sarah spotted both the white and the blue round-lobed hepatica (so named because like a human liver -- hepar in Greek -- the leaves have three lobes).
Spring is also the only season that has a strong sense of forward momentum. This past winter kept almost ending ("Is it over?" "I think so..." "No, here comes one more snowfall ..."). But in spring we see the buds form and swell, and we know the flower will follow.
This azalea bud is waiting, for the next sunny day. Perhaps Thursday?
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