Saturday, April 20, 2024

Springshots.

Ah, spring! What joy! How well the great poet Chaucer put it: 

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne in swich licóur 
Of which vertú engendred is the flour; 
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth 
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth 
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne...

Yeah, dude. Righteous.

You gotta love spring, if only because winter sucks so much. Yeah, the bugs are back, and some of the birds make a lot of noise, and some of the neighbors make a lot of noise, but it's okay. Why, I saw a pileated woodpecker the other day, not twenty feet away! Almost fainted with excitement. 

The bird was camera-shy, alas, but I offer these simple pictures of spring in her splendor. 



Okay, so this doesn't look like much. But when I see long, dead grass strands under my deck, I know what it means...


Construction time for the Robins again. 



The blooms look so wonderful that I hope we don't get snow in May again this year. Kills flowers dead.


The dogwood's already losing its petals. Lazy, that's what I call it. Well, let sleeping dogwoods lie. 


The maples are finally unfurling their leaves. Baby steps, maples. 


This tree always looks great. Except the year we got a late blizzard and it had so many leaves up already that the weight tore down several limbs. But it bounced back after a decade or so. Can't kill this guy.


And finally, daffodils. Maybe my favorite flower.
You forget the bulb is there and suddenly: Bing! I'm back!
The sunlight colors always look like hope. 

2 comments:

  1. That Chaucer fellow’s English is atrocious.

    Canada goose birthing time is here, so the males are especially nasty.

    rbj13

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