The tomb stone of Winter has been rolled away, and beneath it, nature has been dreaming of waking up and being reborn. Today, I took a walk around the property to see nature awakening slowly still drowsy from it’s long winter rest.
The moss is getting green again, poking itself out through the autumn leaves in the wooded areas around the property.
Perenial life re-asserts itself in the garden, rising from where it was covered over.
Even the trees are beginning to wake up.
New growth sprouts on our baby fruit trees, so that it is less of a baby as Spring rubs it’s sleepy eyes and begins to crawl from it’s bed.
I found this, by the woods… The first wildflower is in full bloom, and isn’t she a beauty.
Back through the dead brush a little ways, I spotted these rogue jonquils, rising early from their winter sleeping. Cheering on spring as she slowly spreads herself across New England and the farm. Finally, signs of life. New Englanders live for moments like this. Nothing quite matches the joy we feel when we see the first early signs of spring returning.
Source: Cafe Primrose Feed