A definite grey day today. I still took my walk, but there was not much activity to see or to record. Even the birds seemed to take cover from the gloom. I did notice a bunch of small holes in the ground along my path. They looked like exit holes for some kind of creatures, but what kind I am totally ignorant. Any ideas?
When I got back home, I decided to wash the few dishes I had sitting in the sink. As I was washing, I glanced out the kitchen window and saw a hint of yellow between the bottom of the garden and the woods. I knew exactly what I was seeing…the beginnings of my forsythia bushes flowering.
The flower buds were just breaking bud, the yellow was only a suggestion of blossoms. I had to get a closer look.
The yellow of the forsythia is like a sunshine growing in the garden. I would have to wait a bit longer to get the full effect of these happy perennials.
Next to my forsythia bushes, there is a flowering quince. Still not in flower either, but also giving enough pink color to know the elation is not far off.
For now, I will enjoy my many daffodil clumps in flower throughout my gardens – many different values of yellow and many different shapes of blossoms.
Spring is not far off. Color is returning to the farm.
And, I LOVE color!