At long last,
flowers are beginning to bloom
on our little homestead
in the hills.
Spring is late for the party this year.
Last year, the spring peepers awoke in early April;
this year, on the first of May.
The grass is greening slowly,
while violets bloom
on slender stalks
that quiver
in the sharp breeze.
Periwinkle, or vinca, flowers open wide their star-like forms,
amid masses of evergreen leaves,
beneath the Sycamore in the front yard.
A few blue-veined sunny squills
bloom among the fresh-bright vinca leaves,
and the bare brown husks of last year's maple & sycamore leaves.
Sherlock Holmes, our dapper elderly rooster,
strolls through the chicken yard.
Here it is, another season,
as the year rolls on.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy.
You won't want to miss Steve's stroll today, Out on the Prairie, where eagles nest.
3 comments:
Those fist blooms are precious. I picked a few violets to float on a soup.I love their variation in color. Getting back on my feet, thank you .
Always nice to see the flowers.
I do like the name of your rooster ...
All the best Jan
So beautiful!! I love your rooster! Cute name! Big hugs!
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