This says it all...my favorite Spring picture from last year. Daffodils are a month away here in the northeast, and on this first full day of Spring 2011...it's snowing outside. It looks like January, but no matter. I am undaunted.
Spring paintings are gathering up in my studio, the days are longer, and my cows are hunting in the field for the first bits of yummy spring grass. I am already thinking about which plants will become victims, which will be moving to a new spot in my too big gardens, and the endless grass cutting in the way too big lawn. There are tree branches to pick up, leftover leaves to rake, and that blasted forsythia bush needs still more cutting back before it explodes into that shade of yellow I dislike so much. ( Explaining my dislike of the forsythia bush will take up the next blog post. ) As I sit here, very close to the wood stove, with the furnace blasting in the cellar, there is a very brave little bird heralding this wonderful day, trying not to topple off whatever blowing branch he's perched on, whilst being pelted with a wintry mix.
Sing on, little bird, sing on.
