I went for a walk in the woods yesterday to mark the first day of Spring with a few photographs. A thick layer of wet leaves covered the trail, along with puddles left over from the recent rains and melting snow. It was mostly overcast with a few peeks of late afternoon sun. Not too much was going on Spring-wise unless you stopped and looked close, which happens to be my favorite method of discovery.
Pricker bush branches never seem to take the winter off, so once I carefully moved those out of the way (ouch!), I spotted long spindly branches showing off pinkish buds. Aha! There it was…a sure sign of Spring.
Another sign of Spring? The tick who hitchhiked a ride home with me. Fortunately I captured it before it scurried all the way up my leg.
The amaryllis plant I nurtured during the holiday season was fascinating to watch…as it evolved from bulb to greenery to buds to its eventual demise. A welcome distraction from, well, most everything. I am hoping to bring it back to life at some point and it is currently “hibernating” in what I hope is the appropriate dark cool place in our storage unit. We’ll see what happens.
This macro shot was taken January 17th: the third and final bud on the brink of blooming. A moment of foreshadowing the promise of what was to come. I know I was looking forward to it.