“Spring is coming, spring is coming. How do you think I know? I saw a pretty daffodil. I know it must be so…”
Spring is trying to arrive in southern Tennessee. The first visions of daffodils (buttercups is my preferred name for them), brilliant blue skies, and the fluttering of robin’s wings are easing into our landscape. Winter has held on tight this year, but even as it grips with freezing nights, stubborn signs of spring keep sprouting around us.
Red-breasted robins fluttered in the front yard this sunny afternoon. Folklore states that if you…
“Make a wish
on the first robin you see in spring, it will come true – if you can finish
making the wish before the robin flies away.”
I’m craving color…greens of every shade, pinks and lavender, sunny yellows. The first signs of new growth are whispers that it is all on its way.