Spring! Walk down the lane.

This is my picture book of a walk down Cowfeathers' lane, the first day of spring, 2012.
Julia striking a pose on the bank of daffodils.

Check out that sky!

The rich hum of bees. Bees! In March! I hope this bodes well for my neighbor's honey crop. These trees are Yoshino Cherry trees. We planted trees down the lane in pairs, every other pair being a maple. Unfortunately, the maples, now 7 years or so old, are not looking overly healthy. My tree friend thinks we might have a maple Ick. (That is my technical term for any disease of fish, and therefore any unknown bad juju.)

Not only is the creek not frozen- it's 84 degrees- but it is starting to grow it's crop of wildness.

Looking back down the lane at Cowfeathers. We have hundreds of daffodils planted down the lane. They make me happy. They make Huz less happy. Their cheerful yellow blooms mean mowing is an artsy affaire, and he prefers mowing in straight lines. I know, crazy.

The pussy willow is seeding out, and the willow is greening up. I love willow trees. There is something so peaceful and sheltered about a grown willow. Several years ago I planted two, and have been nursing them along in hopes of having a strong, cascading willow to hide beneath someday.

The Tete a tete Daffs burst like a fist of spring out of the pachysandra. They are the first harbingers on the way to the front door. Soon the Little Princess Spirea will leaf out and sprinkle with tiny pink blooms. The tulips and muscari are coming up in the raised stone beds of the front patio and even the hydrangeas are begrudgingly sending up green at the base.

Spring naps in the sunshine are a must for Tucker.

And Jules indulges in the popular canine springtime ritual of a grass-induced digestive cleanse. Yep. She did a fine job.