Yes, it IS Spring, and everything is emerging from beneath the snows of New England. Today Mom, Emily and I went to our favorite sugarhouse for a late breakfast.
|Lookin' a bit goofy|
This time of year is not really pretty, but there are miracles springing up all around us! The birds are coming back or migrating through, and I hear their various calls every day.
|Through the screen|
|The neighbors must have loved this!|
I look forward to the gardening routine-going out every day to water and trim and fuss with it all. Reading on the porch, surrounded by my houseplants, which become porch plants when it gets warm enough, flowers and herbs and tomatoes growing in my big pots.
Also emerging from the winter blanket is the local forest and brooks. Before pictures are 3 weeks ago. The after pictures, in the same places, I took today.
|Straight down off the bridge|
|The forest is waking up again...|
|with Spring color|
|and Pussy Willows!|
I took a meander across the street to the old mill museum. It is closed and in poor repair. There are a few pieces of old mill and farm equipment in the back, emerging from the snow, merging into the earth. There's an old snow plow, some sort of turbine equipment and some field machines. Their forms fascinate me, as do their wonderful patinas!
|What is it?|
|Rust and Rivets|
|Ah, that patina!|
|Emerging and merging|
|Bottom rot and bittersweet vines|
|I want that sign!|
|More bottom rot. The flooding comes through here.|
I will get in there when the light is softer and get more pictures. I want to see those turbines in the basement.
Till then, have a sweet April!