Yesterday’s sunshine coaxed the forsythia to open, and their unguarded optimism brightens our front porch. Leaving for Northport this morning (and with no cars behind me on the road), I slowed down just shy of the Happy Hour, where, sure enough, the first marsh marigolds had also opened at last. I say “at last,” because it seems I’ve been waiting weeks for them, but are they really late? A little frog jumped before I could capture it on camera, too.
Big doings on Waukazoo Street: preparation for the pouring of cement at the new BBQ spot. The name of this business will be revealed to all when the sign goes up!
Next door, in the vast recesses of the old Ford dealership building that now houses Dog Ears Books, Funky Mama’s consignment shop and the Painted Horse Gallery, Bruce and I put in three solid hours purging the book storage area. It was tiring but satisfying labor. I rewarded myself for my work and Sarah for her patience with a late afternoon walk in the woods. Shy, lovely bellwort, my favorite! These two trillium blooms, David said when I showed him the image, look like two nuns in white.
Many more blooms have yet to open, including those on the cherry trees. It won’t be long now, though. They look fit to burst already.