Early spring has finally arrived. It's earthy, dreary, chilly, damp, but altogether lush-feeling to us winter-weary creatures. The ducks have patches of open water to swim through ...
We humans can be out and about with lighter jackets and a playful spring in our step ... hee hee
(Although hats are still welcome! Just in time for the brisk March weather, I whipped up some semi-matching hats for Mountain Man and me. The yarn is the yummy woolen-spun sportweight Cormo from Elsa Wool. His hat is a Cambridge Watchcap. Mine is a Rivendell.)
Best of all, the earliest flowers are beginning to grow out of the thawing earth and tentatively stretch out their petals. Witch hazel. Crocus. Snowdrops.
We went for a walk around Elizabeth Park yesterday and were delighted to come across the spring flower show. I remember this every year -- the excitement of stepping out of a cold, drizzly March landscape and into the warmth, color, and fragrance of the greenhouse.
Talk about lush! I was in rapture: daffodils, tulips, hyacinths, pansies, petunias ...
and will definitely be trying to carry this color through the week!