I got up this morning and felt the urge to put on a turtleneck and a sweater. It just felt like the right thing to do. At church today, a friend said that she thought about wearing a turtleneck, too, but jokingly said she was afraid people would make fun of her because it’s almost May. Hey, I don’t care if I get laughed at. It’s raw out. They say on the local news that this is not really unusual for New England this time of year. And I do believe that, but after the winter we had, it would be nice to feel the warm sun on the old face now and then. Yet we haven’t cracked 70 here. Even so, I’ve seen lots of signs of spring around.
Of course, I know it’s spring when I hear the spring peepers. They have been chorusing for a while now. And that means that the water on the ponds is ice-free and open.
And, of course, there’s the skunk cabbage showing up in its usual places. That’s a sure sign.
I even found a little fern family coming up the other day.
And the squills. We have Striped Squill…
…and Siberian Squill in our yard. Aren’t they beautiful?!
Mr. Cheeky is wondering where that pile of snow went that gave him easy access to a free lunch.
A friend posted on Facebook today that he saw a black bear jump the guardrail on Route 49 and cross the highway. That's not far from our house. The bears are out of hibernation. I think that this means that the birds’ days are numbered in the free lunch category, too. Sorry, little friends.