Yes, it is that time again! I will now put up pictures of exactly the same things as I did last year, with slightly bigger children included in the pictures! But after winter, it is always fresh and new, even if I have seen in for, lo these 32 springs. Which I haven't. Because I wasn't looking around much, that first spring, when I was three months old. And then, I had five springs in Delaware, five springs in Alaska, and one spring in Colorado. So... that would only be 21 springs in Northern New York.
So here we are, in spring again. And I am in love with it all over again. The buds! The leeks! The sunshine! The first teensy flowers! The calves! The kids' excitement!
It never gets old.
I hope I always fall in love with spring.
Elsie being excited in Penny's general direction
Our small band of intrepid explorers
New nettle growth
Calving season is in full swing
Aren't they marvelous?
This momma did not trust the dogs
This momma was cool with dogs.
Leeks! Actually, they are called ramps most places. But still! Yay!
I don't know what this is. I see it every spring. It is a darkish, purplish color, and those little buds there open to little flowers of exactly the same hue. Some spring I will figure out what it is.
Dutchmen's breeches buds
Carolina Spring Beauty. These are the first flowers to come out most years. Hepatica comes about the same time, but these flowers are more common, so I notice them more.
Some more of that unknown plant. Aren't they rather sinister looking?
Walking through the woods
Trillium, getting ready to unfurl
Trout Lily leaf. For several years, I thought that late frost had damaged the leaves. But no. They are speckled.
An almost heart shaped rock with moss, stick, leeks, and trees.
Leeks were all over. But the bulb wasn't big enough to be worth picking yet.
Another spring beauty
Hepatica have reddish/purplish leaves
More paper birch
Lily and Aunt Tori
Evan being a nut
Boys and their Daddies
These two are pretty good pals
The old sheep fold
The creek, down to regular size again, after swelling a bit from snowmelt
Having a rest
Elliott running up the hill
From the elm tree
Elm tree blossoms
Our view of teensy mountains
And home again!
Clover reading Burglar Bill
These are the three littles who aren't allowed to go into the haymow without an adult. The older kids discovered the haymow is empty and now pretty much stay up there all day. Justin is a wonderful father and took these little ones up to the haymow for an hour or two each day, and helped the kids set up a tire swing up there and sweep the hay away so it is all fresh and clean.
Tori knowing I am taking her picture
And so I took another one a few minutes later.