Spring is my favorite season. You know why, if you read this blog. The best thing about it (besides the end of the cold weather and short days) is it spells the end of my yearly bout of SAD.
Of course, Easter candy appearing in stores (sometimes as early as before Valentines Day!) definitely hints that spring is on its way. There’s also the days growing longer.
But today I saw the first real signs of spring. In spite of the nasty weather we’ve been having, I saw bright yellow daffodils growing in the garden of a neighboring house. I looked at my own messy garden, full of dead vegetation from last year that was never cleared. Poking up through the debris were the bright green shoots of my daylilies. I was surprised because it’s been so cold, but I guess not cold enough to keep them from sprouting. The longer days might have also woken up the bulbs.
If you look closely at the trees around here, many of them have a reddish tint and swollen looking tips, which means the buds are getting ready to open.
Last night we had a thunderstorm. Although winter thunderstorms in this part of the country aren’t infrequent, they almost always appear toward the end of winter, and increase throughout the spring into summer. So that’s a the third sign of spring.
The only thing I’m not looking forward to is having to mow the lawn again. Ugh.