holding onto the past

One soaking rain and we have bud burst. The spring ephemerals are just starting to bloom. I hope they have time to express their short-lived lives, before summer’s green curtain descends. A month of extremes and confusion–80 degree days followed by 40 degree days–has everything is a state of paralysis. Including myself.  I am rooting for the Gulf winds to finally push back the polar jet streams for good. It is a strange spring. I will be watching.

over-wintered boxelder seeds with spring leaf buds