Is it just me or does Spring seem to arrive much quicker than other seasons?
Some years, Summer might just be a much warmer extension of spring – with more flowers and color and more heat of course. And, Autumn arrives gradually, with a little more orange/gold/red on the trees each day and cooler mornings — a slow and steady progress toward winter. Well, Winter is just the earth rolling over, pulling up the covers and going to sleep for a few weeks (or months in some cases up north).
But, Spring is so very different. For one things there’s a lot more noise: birds chirping at the break of dawn and children playing outside, needing to be called more than once to the supper table. And, the Technicolor blooms: you drive by a row of trees with bare branches one day and the next they are all decked out in white or pink blossoms. Green — it’s everywhere – every shade of green — from new leaves on the trees, to new shoots of the tulips, iris and daffodils — to the flowering shrubs in every color of the rainbow — it’s a riot of color.
No spring isn’t a ‘quiet’ season — it’s loud, and bold, and filled with surprises each and every day. Like the ‘surprise’ that arrived at our house on the first day of spring — 6 inches of snow —
— followed by this two days later: King Alfred daffodils in full bloom —
Yes, Spring is full of sound and color and surprises — I for one plan on getting out and enjoying the color/noise/surprises it while it lasts.