It’s the first sunny day in what seems like weeks, and even though winter’s chill still demands fleece, we head outdoors, cameras in hand, bent on uncovering evidence to prove that spring has indeed arrived.
Close to the ground on bended knee, Noah points to unfurling fiddleheads, while Rowan spots light pooled in a glass bottle like a cerulean sea.
The spirea blossoms sit like miniature carnation boutonnieres, poised for a royal wedding.
We push our noses close to delicate redbud blooms – Noah reminds me how they smell like peanut butter (yes, they do!). We laugh at the yellow tulip masquerading as a peony. We admire a crown of tiny maple leaves.
I suspect she was there all along. Spring indeed.
Where have you seen spring this week? Is she hiding shy or dressed in her best flamboyant frippery?
Linking up our jaunt through the neighborhood with Jennifer's Journeys series [and don't you love that alliteration?!].