I think I can say with confidence that Spring has sprung. (sorry) We are finally seeing our lawn flowers getting a foothold. Bluets, Creeping Charlie (Gill-o’er-the-ground), Blue Violets (with a few of the white variety coming in) tiny white Violets and, in the woods, my single Bluebell plant from last year has some buds. No sign of the transplanted Jack-in-the-pulpit yet, but I am sure it will show soon. And, to Mary Beth’s chagrin, a few dandelions are soaking up the rays. I even split some logs for next year’s heat yesterday.
It’s too windy right now to go out and make an image or two of the flowers so that will wait for another day or later if the wind dies down around sunset. Instead, I’ll share this image I made about ten minutes after yesterday’s sunrise. I love the Quabbin shoreline and this spot is one of my favorites for both the actual sunrise and its warm effect on the water’s edge.
Fishing season opened this weekend and the motors could be heard in the distance although said distance was misleading as the early hour’s quiet allowed the sound of the boats and the talking fishermen to be heard as though they were just yards away. Still felt peaceful with loon calls mixed in and rafts of ducks floating nearby and south of the fishing limit lines.