Ok, I admit it. I am ready for winter to take a bow and graciously welcome spring. I am totally flaked out by it's many encores. Yesterday's snowfall started out lazy, so I was OK with it. Liked it, even. Today? Not so much.
But before yesterday's lazy snow went to bed it had a surge of energy.
So did I. Even though I am weary of Jack Frost nipping at my nose, I bundled up and braved the cold to walk around our property to take pictures. Numb fingers aside, I got a big kick from seeing this milkweed pod having a last laugh at Old Man Winter.
I don't think that the bees in this super were laughing, though....do you? I think that they were probably worn out from beating their wings for the past four months to keep their home warm. The bees in the other two supers did not make it through the harsh winter, and we've removed the supers from the bee yard.
And the fish? Well, who knows?
But of all, I think that these snowdrops were maybe happiest of all with their message that, hey..."spring is here.
It really is.
After all, we're bloomin', ain't us?" :)
Marcheta *Hit the road, Jack.
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