So on this last weekend in this wild month, we decided to search for the earliest tender signs of Spring, and the promise of warm lazy days to come.
We searched the gently sloping foothills of our part of North East Tennessee as they snuggled up to the ancient Appalachian Mountains, the undulating pastures transitioning hesitantly to green while the trees still slept in their stark bare forms.
Calves fresh from their mother’s warm cozy womb suckled and horses grazed, searching for each bright green burst of grass. Geese floated on chilly water, resting up on their great flight toward Canada, following the hint of warm air as it spread its whispers northward.
And we found them…… those bright brave early blooms waving the springtime flag and leading the way for the burst of color and scent that was on its way.