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Spring Peeper
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Jessica Crabtree
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I love the first green shoots of the crocus, Although I am confused by the robins this year, I moved 50 miles south of where I was and the robins are here already for the past week. I live in southern maryland.
I use many local spring-is-coming indicators but what I mainly love as a "pre-spring" reminder is the beautiful yellow winterflowers of my witch hazel (hamamelis mollis) as its yellow forsythia looking flowers contrast vividly against the snow. The seed cases of witch hazel actually explode in the fall ejecting seeds as far as 10 feet! I've always wanted to film such an event or at least spread a blanket nearby and lazily await their dispersal. Witchhazel is still used to produce a natural astringent and water finding divining rods. It certainly tells me where I stand reminding me that spring is just around the corner!
It is NEVER going to be spring. I've had it with the snow/wind/blizzards!
Spring to me is when the tiniest tree buds show across from us on the Kentucky Rivers flooded banks. I love when the first of my crocous peek up from winters sleep. I espeacially love when we have some snow. I have to admit my bones are not at all happy for that show though. I have to agree with another (Linda I think), about the peepers as well. Their song is music to my ears and makes me listen for the crickets longingly. The birds songs change to a happier tone. "My" wrens are FUSSIER when my cat Mei-Sha' is out. YES, YES,with out a DOUBT spring, SPRING indeed is near.
Here in the Pacific North West (Vancouver Island) we generally wait for the hummingbirds to arrive, which is just around the time the salmon berry bushes start to bloom. But I like watching my yellow crocus pop up the first week in February - the first hit of yellow!
When I can't stay in the house anymore. The air will smell fresh and feel so nice.
I live in Kansas and we will have a nice spell and then turn cold again. I know for sure it is soon to come. I start to get things ready for planting and worry that my peach blossoms will freeze again.
When I see the crocus buds I know spring is coming. I always think of Frances Hodgson Burnett's book, The Secret Garden, in which a sickly boy is brought back to health by another child who is learning to garden. She has entranced him with stories of spring and nature, and she runs in to his room one morning and tells him, "It has come, the Spring!" and he tells her to open the window, saying "Perhaps we shall hear golden trumpets!"
In south Texas we know that Spring is around the corner when the pecan trees start budding and the hummingbirds are here.
The first sign for me is the sound of the frogs or sighting a band of ground-scratching, winter-skinnied Robins. That's my signal to look for my Jonquils poking up out of their leafy comforters in their flower beds. Then finally when the loamy scent arrives on a gentle breeze and spreads itself about like honey on warm toast, I'm sure to soon find the forsythia a'bloom. And that is when I join in in Nature's dithyramb!
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