By the door of the studio, clematis is producing many flowers after the rain. Today the sun was bright, and I could almost see the flowers opening before my eyes.
The flowers look like a creature’s maw when they open.
The centers are amazing!
First the snowdrops and a couple of crocuses appeared.
Then more snow.
Now the snow has melted, and the flowers have reemerged.
And there are more to come.
In February the snowdrops blossomed, and now the crocuses have joined them.
The bees, fuzzy with pollen, luxuriated in the blossoms.
It has begun.
Flowers go to seed,
and autumn flowers blossom.
The weather today was sunny and 82 degrees, but because of breezes and low humidity, it did not feel hot.
The cottage in western North Carolina ~
Trillium photo I took today in the Pisgah Forest ~
Today as I hiked the forest trail, the only sound was birdsong and the rush of water in small falls and rivulets down the mountainside. The new green of Spring glowed in the treetops, and tiny yellow, purple, and white blossoms opened in cracks and crevices, by stumps and rocks.
Huge old-growth trees towered overhead.
I sensed that inner expansiveness that arrives when I am reminded of my place as part of a wider, wilder world.
The granddaughters left this morning after a whirlwind trip ~ and I’m recovering (sniffle) from the bug they left with me. Spring cleaning calls to me, despite my aches and pains.
A close-up of a yew branch.
New life emerging below the bushes.