I harbour in my heart this feeling, a yearning for spring. During the winter I have moments reminiscing about the day that it will become almost warm enough to go out into the garden.
The down fill vest warming my body, my hands tingling from the dampness in the air that lingers even with the bright new spring sunshine. Scraping off the dead leaves that have camouflaged the dormant perennials, their winter jacket of protection, searching for green shoots, the signs of life.
Walking through parks, looking up at branches swelling with a promise of buds, the smell of fresh green in the air, renewal is immanent. Sunny spots sheltering tiny purple crocus, the white flash of snow drops signifying it truly has arrived.
The joy of the scented aura that clings to you when you go back inside.
Fresh new green.
There is a homesickness in my heart, it yearns for Spring, because it is where I truly belong.
I harbour in my heart this feeling, a yearning for spring. During the winter I have moments reminiscing about the day that it will become almost warm enough to go out into the garden.
The down fill vest warming my body, my hands tingling from the dampness in the air that lingers even with the bright new spring sunshine. Scraping off the dead leaves that have camouflaged the dormant perennials, their winter jacket of protection, searching for green shoots, the signs of life.
Walking through parks, looking up at branches swelling with a promise of buds, the smell of fresh green in the air, renewal is immanent. Sunny spots sheltering tiny purple crocus, the white flash of snow drops signifying it truly has arrived.
The joy of the scented aura that clings to you when you go back inside.
Fresh new green.
There is a homesickness in my heart, it yearns for Spring, because it is where I truly belong.
I love these photos of ferns. Here in Nalley Valley we have lots of ferns that grow near the creek. As you say, when you come back inside, you carry that "green" scent with you. My cats always just sniff when I come back in!!! (Like, "you went out without us, didn't you???!!!)
ReplyDeleteAmen, Sister! Spring is definitely a joyful time of year. For me, where I truly belong is in the full heat of Summer.
ReplyDeleteOhhh YES... I want spring now...TO!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful photos Jen!
Linda
What ARE those pictures of? I love them, but they do look a bit like worms on a stalk... ;-)
ReplyDeleteLady fi, worms on a stalk indeed! LOL.
ReplyDeleteThose are fern fiddleheads, and the shot of the foliage below, near the end of the post, is the fern a few weeks later.
Now someone is gong to have to remind me, since I just can't remember what type it is. Royal fern, celebrity fern, it's one of those "tip of my tongue" plants, I am always forgetting it's name.
Jen
Simply beautiful
ReplyDeleteK
They do look kind of wormy before they unfurl! Beautiful photos:)
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful shots. It's nice to see any sign that spring is coming!
ReplyDeleteOne word for you...ditto! I was lucky enough to get outside today and do some cleanup! I got bored though and made an outdoor bouquet out of some really neat things :)
ReplyDeleteI like the pictures, I like the words, I like the feeling it invokes. It makes me ache too. . . but at least now I live in GA where spring will be here soon--unlike when I lived in MA, where you ahd to wait until JUNE!!
ReplyDeleteThis is moving, Jen. The ferns are lookin' nice, too:) Spring will come before we know it!
ReplyDeleteFern croziers a true rite of spring. We've just been hit with the worst storm for ten years- Roll on Spring
ReplyDeleteAw yes, I'm yearning for my ferns! Lovely photos, Jen.
ReplyDeleteGreat photos, I love them all!
ReplyDeleteTyra