Spring is full of fuzzy newborns. In last week’s post, I shared a photo of a tiny fawn with you. This week brings more spring chickens, er, goslings.
Now, I admit it. I do not love Canada geese. But their goslings are pretty cute. These particular ones live by a mountain lake in North Carolina.
I love that the grass is taller than they are:
I heard the crashing of a deer through the woods, spooked by the dog and me meandering around our back yard. Because I had seen a doe and tiny, wobbly fawn up the street earlier that morning, I peered into the woods.
Right near the edge where lawn ends and woods begin, the neighbor’s yard crew dumps grass clippings every week. I gasped (and then dashed inside to grab my camera):
The smallest fawn I’ve ever seen
Sometimes, you don’t have to look very far to experience something magical.
One of my favorite parts about being home is getting to stop by and see my parents more often. I also get to see what’s blooming in Mom’s garden.
Because Mother’s Day is just around the corner, I thought I’d share a few of her garden flowers with you this week.
Hands down, when I was growing up, this snowball bush was my favorite plant in Mom’s garden. I still love it.
Azaleas abound in Mom’s springtime garden. Continue reading
While I was away, two artists created a magical sculpture in the woods of Umstead State Park. It won’t come as any surprise to regular visitors to the blog that this place would be at the top of my must-see list when I came home.
So on a beautiful day, when the new leaves on the trees sparkled silver green, my dog and I journeyed out to find it.
Green beauty along the trail
I could see it from a distance, this fallen tree transformed into art. Continue reading
There’s nothing quite like spring in the south. It can be all too brief, especially this year with winter making several unwelcome reappearances, but I’m thrilled to be back here to see spring happening.
Several weeks ago, a Kwanzan (or Kanzan) cherry tree in our yard burst forth in beautiful pink blossoms, and though leaves have already taken the place of the blooms, I’m happy to have been back in time for the showy display.
It’s not only human friends who have been welcoming me home. I walk through parks and on trails and along creeks that shimmer with plants I love and missed. Continue reading