Signs of Spring

I’ve not been feeling well for over three weeks. A runny nose, sore throat, sinus infection and ultimately a crummy chest cough have kept me in a fog. Although I have spent the last two days in bed alternately freezing and burning; today, I think I’m beginning to take a turn for the better. Yea.

While I’ve been “away” it seems that spring has begun to find its’ way to the neighborhood. Friday, I noticed just a little green on the trees behind the house. But today, the leaves are really noticeable. Some of the dogwoods are even blooming and cardinals are snacking at the feeder. In front, the azaleas are beginning to flash a little flair.

I’m grateful it’s almost officially spring. (The first day of spring is March 20.) I’m ready for some color. Our neighborhood is beautiful in the spring. It’s an older neighborhood, so most houses have mature trees and blooming plants. Stunning spring color makes me forget about…well almost…the ultramodern house with porpoises poured in the drive next door – as well as the sixties ranch with an Asian-influenced front yard around the corner (complete with artificial deer, white stones and a red bridge to nowhere) .

I love both the palest pink buds the screaming fuchsia blossoms, the bright chartreuse new leaf tips and the deep evergreen magnolia leaves. I’m just excited to see some color.

By fall, I’ll be ready to see the leaves change and begin to drop; but, today, I’m grateful for spring.