At the threshold of spring, naked trees were whispering plausible rumors of blossoms.
Then came several late frosts.
Followed by torrential rains.
And I feared that blossoms would be an impossibility.
Between rain clouds, a few timid pink blossoms eventually appeared - but without any promise of impressiveness.
Then,
SUDDENLY
the sun (finally) appeared yesterday.
The temperature soared to 75 degrees
(that's Fahrenheit, for those of you in the Norwegian fjords).
And the rumor of blossoms came true!
Trees are not only sprouting blossoms, but also tender green leaves. Birds are building nests. Weeds are awakening (unfortunately).
Despite an influx of aggressive wasps and bees, I grabbed my El Cheapo digital camera and wandered out in my "yard" yesterday afternoon.
Here is tangible evidence:
I'm often impressed by my ability to make nothing sound almost interesting
Yesterday evening, view from the front porch.
