Oh by the way, have you heard? It's spring. I know, no one's really mentioned it, myself included...so there's a good chance you weren't aware.
Okay...sarcasm aside, up here in the neighborhoods we are absolutely overwhelmed with the splendiferous floribundance that is the cultivated garden in springtime. Every imaginable bright and glorious color of the rainbow bursting from the soggy earth and popping like popcorn on bare branches. You could get drunk on the crazy cocktail of heavenly perfumes that hang so thickly in the air. There is no question about it, spring is an in-your-face experience in neighborhood flower gardens.
But just a few steps away, on a foggy wet day last week down in the wetlands of Seattle's Lake Washington, it's another story altogether. Spring is creeping toward us more quietly and cautiously.
(These pictures were taken with a phone, but still give you the idea).
The thick, lush mosses are crazy-bright...but the branches appear bare and grey, until you look closely and see the teeny-tiniest chartreuse buds forming.
Little pops of green burst out daily as this beautiful little wetland yawns and stretches and tiptoes quietly into spring...and I didn't hear the beavers, grebes, swallows, or any of the other wildlife we caught a glimpse of on our stroll complaining one bit about the weather, like we gardeners have been doing.
And for my fellow-Pacific-Northwesterners...here's hoping your own gardens survive the hail, sleet, and snow we're getting this weekend!