I encountered several surprises this week as I watched and waited for “real spring.”
This enlarged photo of hyacinths and-surprise!-a butterfly which I can’t identify, was taken in Rockway Gardens this week. Is it perhaps a Painted Lady?
Sam enlarged it to better highlight the butterfly, which flitted about and sometimes lay flat on the hyacinths, but ignored the nearby daffodils.
The butterfly was just one of the surprises of this coolish week. Others included opening the blinds and seeing the panorama of trees leafing. Or listening to birdsong from the open bedroom window. Or walking the garden paths at Rockway in the late afternoon sun, seeing how much is changing from day to day. Or noticing forsythia bushes bursting out yellow on our countryside drives.
On one such drive, we encountered rain on the way home. As the rain pattered on the hood of the car, I remembered how as a child I used to enjoy the sound of rain from the backseat. I remembered how safe I felt in that enclosed space, and how much I liked the rhythm of the windshield wipers. The only thing missing was the rhythmic squeak of the wipers as they reached a certain spot in their cycle….
Yes, indeed, “real spring” is coming. And I’m increasingly enjoying the surprises along the way….
Questions for Reflection:
Do you prefer “getting there”? Or rather enjoying the surprises along the way?
Next Week: TBA