Still, spring is here. Yesterday evening I took my fern outside. The poor thing held on throughout the winter, but I felt it breathe a sigh of relief when it felt the breeze. I'm hoping it will fill out some now.
I planted crocus bulbs for the first time last fall, and I have a couple of blooms already.
The Buddha is meditating on the passing beauty of a spring bulb.
The peony has started to sprout.
The daffodils are in bloom. They certainly don't seem upset about the unseasonably warm weather.
Even the sedum has decided it's a good time to get going again.
There's nothing to do besides get on board and accept the changes. In that spirit, I made these for a baby shower I'm attending this weekend.
Newness is everywhere.
*I'm going to be honest. I hope you don't know that. That would be creepy.