Sunday, February 18, 2007

Spring is in the air. Damn it.

Yes, it really is just around the corner. I found these signs today. Look, Crocuses (or croci?).

My heather is blooming:

Buds are doing what they do:

Snowdrops are blooming, and even the ladybugs are out:

The dogs in the doggie park can smell it:

and Dandilions are blooming:

Dandilions? WTF? I'm not ready to dig up the dandilions. It's only freakin February. Those of you still in the midst of glorious, icy winter must be counting your blessings. You can still skate, toboggan, wear mitts and shovel the walk. And you don't have to worry yet about digging up the dandilions. Oh you lucky, lucky folks.


Jocelyn said...

These pictures are gorgeous--crocuses already???!!

The truth is that I agree with your closing sentiments, despite the fun I had in my most recent post (the railing against winter). I'm craving snow. Winter is a favorite season of mine, etc.

But I can appreciate the loveliness that's budding up around you!

Diana said...

Oh, wimper, wimper.

Despite our late winter, I'm now craving spring. Actually, I am a spring nut and crave it in summer, winter and fall. I love all the other seasons, but they just aren't spring, are they?

I was just thinking that in another month or so, I can legitimately go out and look for crocus noses. Me and my wheelbarrow are just itching to pull out all of the old fall foliage and see what's going on, but it's too soon.

Still too soon.

Voyager said...

Jocelyn, Yes, spring comes early on the wet coast of Canada. Perhaps I enjoyed this warm sunny weekend even more because I was originally scheduled to go to Montreal on a business trip. Working all weekend in a city where it was -20 or so. It was cancelled at the last minute. There is a god.

Diana I did not mention in my post that I spent half of Sunday raking and hauling leaves to the compost. We have four big maples and one aspen tree, and every darn leaf from last fall was still sitting where it dropped.


Diana said...

I am a firm believer in letting fall lie where it is until spring. That's one of the things I love best about rural life: No pressure to rake the leaves or clean out the beds for the neighbors. The deer just don't care out here.