Tuesday, April 21, 2009

At Last


Warm weather is here. This is a very late spring for us. The trees are gradually turning green. Not completely in full leaf, but getting there. Reminds me of the Sara Teasdale Poem..."And spring herself, when she woke at dawn--would scarcely know that we were gone." I wonder if spring has any idea how eagerly she is anticipated.

5 comments:

Alicia said...

beautiful spring pictures! i love that poem! it's on of my favorites!

ELK said...

such colors ~ textures of magic!

Hit 40 said...

Great pics of the first bulbs of spring popping!! Beautiful

Puna said...

Love the happy spring feel!

Gayle said...

Beautiful spring!