Wednesday, March 09, 2011
A tweet from yesterday: It's almost 6pm: it's still light out. The darkness is lifting, crocus is blooming, daphne is in the air. And all is right with the world.
March is bringing spring, and the change in the weather is becoming palpable. I stepped out onto the back steps early this week, and the sound of birds singing filled the air. Singing back and forth to each other, echoing off garages and heralding the change that is becoming so apparent.
Yesterday afternoon I walked with a friend, and as I came home, it approached 6pm and the sky was still light. Earlier we had come upon the mesmerizing scent of daphne in bloom—I had smelled it before I had seen it—and its recognition made for an instant smile across my face.
The earliest of blooms are showing, forsythia and crocus, and daffodils are lined up ready to go. The winter's violets are fading and the hyacinths are pushing through the soil, readying to sing their lead song. A rogue tree in bloom at the park startled me—could spring really be here? And indeed, it is making its debut.
All herald the changing of the seasons.