Well maybe it hasn't actually sprung. There are signs that winter, as we've come to know it in the great northwest, may finally be coming to an end. Like our economy, it’s trying to recover. It came as no surprise when the first week of February brought sunshine. February in Oregon brings a few days that give us a sense that spring is near, and this year was no exception. M and I took a few hours off together to go for a long bike ride, then out for a leisurely lunch. The fair weather kicked me into gear to accomplish a few of those gnawing little things, like cleaning out the chicken coop, cutting back perennials that should have been trimmed in the fall, gathering fallen tree branches. The arctic blasts did quite a number on our yard!
If you look very carefully right now. In mid February. You just might see a few small indications of spring in your garden. I had to look at the smallest details to locate any evidence. Equipped with a macro lens, here are some of the tiny signs I discovered...
one lone forsythia flower in bloom...
several hydrangea leaves sprouting...
a cluster of daffodil shoots emerged...
one tiny miniature purple iris budding... I was on my hands and knees before I spotted this little thing (don’t ask)
compact daphne flower clusters ready to open...
The warmer weather was a reminder for me to spend quality time with friends and family, and to embrace all the good things in life. So when our friends K & N ask us to join them on an escape to the beach for the long weekend, we jumped on it. While we were busy packing food, clothing and dog treats into bags, snow was quietly falling outside the windows. Games were packed. Flip flops. Unpacked. Visions of an inside weekend lay ahead. A weekend of snuggling up by the fire for hours on end while sipping hot chocolate and playing endless word games was inevitable. During the hour and a half drive, snow quickly turned to rain and the clouds parted to reveal clear blue skies by the time we arrived. Now where did I put that sunscreen?