Sitting here at my computer on Wednesday morning looking out my window I see the first gentle rain of spring falling silently refreshing the earth.
Each time the rain ceases the birds fly to the feeders for nourishment. The cardinals are there as always. Their brilliant red color made more vibrant by the grey overcast day. They’re sharing their seeds this morning
with a couple of Red-Winged Blackbirds and some Grackles that have all shown up this week in the quest for food. The ever present Mourning Doves are content to munch on the seed
falling to the ground and have begun pairing up in the treetops. Pine Siskins and Finch rally for position on the thistle feeders.
Flying toward the house I see a wide wingspan and grab my camera. For a couple of days now a vulture has circled. I haven’t yet been able to snap his photo. I see that he lands in a nearby tree and I watch and wait. He’s too far away to get a photo. Suddenly I see him leave his perch for the ground. I try quietly to open my sliding glass doors and slip out on the deck in hopes of catching a glimpse of him. Suddenly I realize the w
et deck is cold to my bare feet. The warm weather of the previous days is gone. There isn’t time to rethink and go back for shoes. I slip quietly to the end of the deck and see Mr. Vulture just off in the woods. Just as I clicked my camera he flew in a blur of feathers. Next ti
me. Maybe.
I can tell that the day is going to be mostly wet. I’m thankful I took a walk around the property yesterday to see all that’s happening. The first buds of the plum tree are starting to spring forth; their tiny blossoms miniature works of art. More of the daffodils are ready to emerge from bulbs that look as if they could burst at the touch. The smallest of the forsythia bushes are in complete bloom. Even the
bugs have already found the little trumpet shapes and are feasting away.
Even though it is a wet cool day in March warm Spring days are ahead. The rain is falling gently, the earth is again coming to life and I find myself longing for green leaves on the trees, fireflys, fresh tomatoes from the garden and being outside looking up at the stars. It's all just beginning. For today I'll sit back and enjoy what is mine for the moment. When the rain stops I'll go out again and marvel at the surprises that no doubt await me.
Let's start by looking down the fence line at the side of the driveway. The forsythia that has been left to grow naturally was in full blown a few days ago. The wind and rain of the past few hours has blown away many blossoms. Looking a little further we catch a glimpse of the blooming redbud tree. The scene is framed against a soft blue sky.
Peeking over the fence to our right is one of two coy ponds in the yard. The bare branches of the reflected hickory tree seem to be reaching for lost leaves at the bottom of the pond. A little orange coy swims among the branches.
At the other end of the pond the reflections include the blue sky,the purple leaves of the flowering plum tree, and the stack of rock that make up the pond fountain. My little orange friend keeps swimming into view hoping I'll put down the camera and throw in some food pellets.
The spring leaves of the flowering plum rise beautifully to meet the blue sky.
The underside of the dark purple leaves glow vibrantly in the sunlight!
