This weekend we’re blessed with the cuddly warmth and gentle sun of spring. I so love it – the blaring 100 degree sun of summer is too much and the damp chill of winter ok in small doses. But spring, long slow sigh – it’s resplendent in joy and life. I could have snow again – did at the end of last April. Our spring is often short to non-existent – rushing to high temps as the snow melts. I’ll enjoy it while I can and say a prayer its visit with us is prolonged this year. Would you like unbridled cheerfulness? My new favorite daffodil, Red Devon.
No matter where you are – it grabs your focus with its bright blast of color. This isn’t to say that I don’t still adore Poeticus Narcissus like Acatea (could be Pheasant’s Eye – lost my records last year in the abominable computer glitch of ’11).
Pink Charm is another quiet beauty.
Muscari are tiny and like to hide from the unobservant.
Wisteria breaking bud, just short of it’s riotous celebration of spring.
These delightful primrose charmers tugged at my resolve (to not buy flowers that are simply wild animal treats).
And, to those who celebrate it, Happy Easter. Notice the teeny wild lupines, spring is so utterly gorgeous out here in the mountains. Light green eggs courtesy of my neighbor Terry’s happy little chickens.
This post is participating in Unknown Mami’s Sundays in My City.