My first evening meal on the patio. The air was balmy and the sun warm. I dined to the background music of robins, a cardinal, and several crows.
First forsythia blossoms...
and the first day lily shoots of the season.
The grape vines calligrapher indecipherable words along a fenceline
and the sun silvers last year's roadside weeds.
There are five swans on the larger pond across the road. They were too far from shore for my little camera to capture them. Earlier, three of them flew over the cottage. Their huge wings whistled as they cut through the air. They did not call out as the geese do, but their wings sang songs of wanderlust.
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In Spring, when Nature stirs, it stirs something in our hearts too......
Molly - I had not even finished editing this piece when up popped your comment! Are you fey, too, perchance?
Loved all the signs of spring but the final photo was my favourite!
Looks rather idyllic. The patio seems to have weathered the winter well.
I want swans to fly over my house.
You'd love that spot, Elizabeth
Barbara - the patio survived quite nicely. Only one stone cracked under ice pressure. The violets are coming up by leaps and bounds, the phlox have put up tiny shoots, and the parsley and chives are almost big enough to eat already!
20 - come for tea and you'll see them!
You're a bit behind us in terms of the season, but it's coming! There's no denying the angle of the sun. Yeah!!
Natures changes are crazy wonderful this time of year after being locked up indoors for so long!
Spring is here too but not much sunshine with it ... lots of rain so still a tad squishy ...
Swans preparing to fly are one of my favourite things to watch .... a phenomenon of nature getting those heavy bodies airborne ... they have their nasty side too though ... Saw 3 of them attacking another for no apparent reason ... I guess Spring does queer things to us all?
You have a lovely way of describing your surroundings. Beautiful images.. and matching words.
Ah - spring is so delicious!
Quiet images of simple visual pleasures. And those quiet swans, just the wing sound. This is how I feel about spring too. Thank you.
Reya - every day there are more green changes!
Tabor - I'm never indoors more than I have to be but the warmth sure is welcome :)
Rise - I only see these from a distance so they look very regal and fairy tale-ish
Thanks, Hilary. I have beautiful surroundings to describe!
It is, indeed, ladyfi!
Ruth - this is my favorite time of year. Oh, the anticipation and the blossoming, and the slow unfurling - delicious!
I love the pond shot and I can imagine the swans there
congrats on POTW
Spring in New England is a lovely thing and all too brief. I think it's supposed to be close to 90 today (!)
Congratulations on the potw.
The swans remind me of a morning I spent at my in-laws. I was sitting at the table with my coffee when I noticed two swans on the river. One was crunching through the ice with its breastbone: sort of rising up and coming down hard to break the ice. Another was following behind in the path the first had made.
After a while I couldn't take it anymore. I went outside and yelled to the swans "YOU CAN FLY!!!" Well, I tried to help 'em out.
Congrats on the POTW mention from Hilary
Such a lovely flow of words, as usual Pauline. You're always a pleasure to read.
Congratulations on the post of the week mention over at Hilary's blog.
As it happens, we've just had a few inches of snow here, our Spring has been quite shy in Colorado, so I'm green with envy. Something around here needs to be green though, so thank you.
Spring and poetic words seem to belong to each other. What a wonderful post. Congrats on POTW!
I lost your blog, but now I have found it again. Yay! I'm so glad. :-)
congrats on the POTW. i lost myself in your post...such beautiful peace...
Peepers are my favorite every single spring! Congrats on the POTW mention!
Thanks to all for the POTW congrats. I was really delighted and surprised by the mention! I've been discovering a number of marvelous blogs through Hilary's list.
Beautiful spring images. And words. This line especially ... "Their huge wings whistled as they cut through the air." I see a swan family every summer at the cottage we visit, and can just hear this sound, bringing me there.
Clicked over from Hillary's, enjoyed browsing.
I so enjoy your wonderful posts.
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