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April = Ditto

Knew I hadn't blogged much, but didn't realize quite how long.  But April was just more March. (Weather wise at least). 

Here we are in May, and all the plants and trees and shrubs are doing their darnest to bloom, but then it snows. And freezes.  I know this isn't just happening here in Colorado but it sure feels like we're being picked on.

Perspective.

It's all perspective.  As I mentioned to several people yesterday.................

I stood at the kitchen sink.  Pouring the first cup of coffee of the morning.  Looking out the dining room picture window.  The snow was softly falling.  Those big fluffy flakes.  My birdhouse and bird feeder were getting blanketed in white.  It was beautiful.  And I was angry.  Because it was May 1st, not October.  The same scene six months earlier would have made me joyful.

Perspective.

As this snowfall melts, it brings much needed moisture to a dry landscape. 

ahhhh

Springtime in the Rockies 2013

I've always said in years past that March was my least favorite month of the year.

It's the month when I grow weary of the cold and the snow.  But maybe, in fact, it's the teasing, tug and pull of the changing weather.  Never a gradual warm up, where each week you hit a milestone.

Instead we see this.......................

 

 

A tiny yellow crocus, pushing it's way through the mulch outside my office door. These hearty little buggers come up every year since I was hoodwinked into buying a box of bulbs from a neighbor girl's school fundraiser. (The kids know I'm an easy mark).

 

 

Followed by seeing this.................................

 

 

 

The view from my dining room window on Saturday.  A day I sat at the dining room table, watching the finches go through half a feeder full of seed, each fighting for a perch.  It snowed all day, in addition to being blown around by the March winds.  And at this point, the only creature still enjoying the snow is the dog.

 

Ah, I know, this too shall pass.  And this year folks all around the country have been getting a feel for the kind of springtime weather we have each year.

 

I've had a convertible top down day already, early in the month and many more to follow.

 

I'm ready for the annual migration of the turtlenecks.

 

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First REAL Sign of Spring

I saw a robin this morning.   Sitting on a tree as I left my neighborhood.  I would have tried for a picture, but there were cars behind me, everyone heading out of the burbs to work. He seemed unusually bright in color.

After a weekend with snow and blowing snow, (though not nearly the storm forecast) it was a fine way to start a Monday, a week.  As much as I enjoy the changing seasons, and appreciate each one for it's unique "texture", Spring has grown on me.

In recent years Spring has taken on new meaning.  Yes, for all the cliche "new beginnings" reasons.  But also a sense of rebirth, regrowth, awakening.  Something like that.

Soon there will be walks in the park at lunch, the sun warming up the not quite summer air. Listening for songs of the finches and the robins as they strut around, vying for a females attention.  Brown and negative, replaced with green and postive.

There are more storms to come, no doubt.  But the first Robin of spring on a Monday morning in March is not a bad way to start the season.

Back When My Head Clears

Finally, The Real Deal. SNOW

I asked for it, I got it. We had about 3-4 inches on the ground from earlier in the week.  This photo was taken about 4:30pm and its still going strong.  Weather forcasts call for it to end sometime tonight.  I'll take another photo in the morning.  I'm thinking a foot for sure.  Real snow.  Real moisture.  This is a good thing.

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