by Julie Tollefson
Some people, I understand, love winter. I personally don’t
get that. I spend the winter bundled in layers of unattractive clothing or
huddled next to the fire. It’s depressing.
So the warmer temperatures of spring make me downright
gleeful. And here in Kansas, spring has arrived. Yay! It’s a perfect time for a
stroll through the woods.
In the big picture, tender green shoots poke up through last
year’s leaf fall, yet the woods don’t look particularly spring-like yet.
But look more closely, and signs of new growth, new
beginnings are everywhere.
In redbud tree buds wrapped in water droplets on a rainy morning.
And bursting open a few days later.
In new leaves and flower bud clusters.
In the first dandelion of the season.
And bejeweled spider webs as fog lifts.
I’m still waiting for my favorite sign of spring (shown here
in a photo from a few years ago):
These miniature irises—I’ve always called them “baby irises”—came
from my Great-Grandma Ida’s yard. For three decades, every time I’ve moved,
some of them moved with me. They’re always the first flowers to bloom in my
yard, eagerly awaited. The leaves made their appearance last week, and the
flowers shouldn’t be far behind.