Date: Fri 28-Mar-1997
Date: Fri 28-Mar-1997
Publication: Bee
Author: DOTTIE
Quick Words:
spring-photos-
Full Text:
Searching Out Signs of Our Reluctant Spring
Pussy willows are just beginning to pop in Hawleyville.
Looks good, smells terrible: Skunk cabbage grows in the woods behind Budd
Drive.
The ice is melting along Deep Brook.
Snowdrops blooming along Boggs Hill Road show tiny white blossoms.
By July, these day lily shoots near Elm Drive will be showing off their orange
flowers.
It's time to spring clean the bluebird house.
Photos by Dottie Evans
B Y D OROTHY E VANS
Ahh, Spring in New England... that perverse, cantankerous season we've come to
know and love... when we awaken March 20 full of hope.
Yes! we say. It's definitely brighter outside today than it was yesterday. The
days are getting longer and the sun seems stronger - unless, of course, it's
raining. Or snowing.
Time to move those African violets back from the south-facing kitchen window,
or their leaves will get burned.
Time to let out the cat. Lately, she wants to be out more than in, we've
noticed. Prepare to wipe her muddy paw prints off the kitchen counter.
Time to fence the perennial garden. The spaniel is in a frenzy to be digging
in the iris bed, searching out those moles that have started moving
underground. That means more mud - spaniel tracks on the carpets and floors.
When we head out for the morning paper at 6:30 am, the sun is well up. We're
greeted by exuberant bird song, mostly from the cardinals and song sparrows
who've been practicing since the end of February.
It must be spring.
So where's the part we're really waiting for? The blooming daffodils, balmy
breezes, nesting bluebirds and sitting outside in our back yards, drinking our
morning coffee with the warm sun on our backs?
It's coming. And May will see the fulfillment of that promise.
Meanwhile, if it's proof we need, we must hunker down and look for it in the
debris of last year's leaves. Search out a sunny corner of the garden, walk in
the woods, be willing to get our feet wet. Open our windows and listen for the
peepers.
Yes, Spring is here, but it's still only March and we've got to go looking for
it.
