Spring is slow in coming this year.
(Like, really slow.)
But yesterday was sunny, so I put on my scarf. And my hat. And my gloves.
(Really. So Sick. Of. It.)
And went in search of spring.
Garden Buddha was basking in the sun.
(Which had melted off his coat of frost by this time.)
And a few of my daffodils survived last weeks deluge of rain, followed by freeze and snow.
(But, overall, they took a substantial hit.)
I found this lovely, singleton tulip in the middle of one of my newer garden beds.
(I have no idea where it came from. It's a welcome "volunteer" -- I know I didn't plant it. Surprise!)
I found large swaths of wild violets in my grass.
(Lawn purists would be horrified, I know. But they make me smile. As they slowly take over my lawn. And creep into my garden beds.)
My hellebores are blooming like crazy!
(Such dependable, sturdy harbingers of Spring.)
And I even found a little bee, hard at work, in one of them!
(Spotting this little bee was such a delight!)
I found birds trying to break through the thin coat of ice on my birdbath,
buds on most of my trees, and new growth emerging in the perennial beds.
(Even some of my hostas!)
I also discovered that I have lost my ongoing battle with invasive grass in one of my garden beds. I'm going to have to dig it all up . . . or nuke it with Round Up.
(But that's a story for another day.)
Spring. It's out there.
(You just gotta know where to look.)