Last week it was still winter: The flowers and leaves had dug in their heels. Something to do with overcast skies, biting winds, and slushy flurries that couldn’t decide whether to be rain or snow or some misbegotten hybrid.
This week it isn’t spring, exactly, but now at least I can see it from where I’m standing. And so can the plants.
Spring yet or not, those are absolutely striking!
I’ve never looked at heather up close. I mean heather the flower, of course.
Jim – Of course. To me, close-up at least, the flowers look a bit like those of succulent plants – sort of fleshy and not like flower or tree petals.
Thanks for this little breath of spring!
Judith – Thank *you.*
Your photos chasten my powers of observation. Evidently, I have not been taking time to look at the flowers, never mind sniff them. The heather is spectacular. The pansies make me want to write sad poetry. The buds will always remind me of the newest grandchild born on the 30th of April. His name is Story West. New beginnings are wonderful!
Laurna – Congratulations on Story West! What a thrill for you and his parents.