On this next-to-last day before May, between putting away my day’s writing and preparing dinner, I took a walk around the neighborhood. It was so warm and sunny — the first day that has really felt like spring. At Stillhouse Cove, the swans were minding their nest. (They do this in pairs. The other swan is close by, though you can’t see him (?) in the picture.)
Down the street, the apple blossoms were in their full, polka-dotted petticoat glory. Apple blossoms always remind me of May at Hampshire College.
The magnolias were a bit past their prime, over-ripe and slightly battered from this week’s heavy rains. But pretty nonetheless.
Before their leaves open, maple trees have flowers, too.
In our yard, the lavender, which has been dormant and grey through the winter, is getting new leaves.
The oregano has come back to life.
The mint has returned, though not where it was last year.
In the backyard, the ferns are uncurling. By June they’ll be huge.
The hosta are also uncurling. I think I prefer them at this Georgia O’Keefe, Imogen Cunningham stage than when they’re fully open.
The bee balm has barely begun. When when you rub against it, you can smell the bergamot. Like Earl Grey tea.
The rhododendron we put in last year is covered with promising buds.
The daffodils are basically over, and those that aren’t got battered pretty badly by the rain. On the other hand, if they were in better shape, I wouldn’t have the heart to bring them inside.
How’s your spring coming along?