Spring has begun.

From the overnight thunderstorms, Live Oak tree wigglies wash down the driveway in staggered waves of brownish flotsam and clinging coats of pollen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Up, up and beyond into the clearing sky, the pecan branches stretch and reach with green leafed tips of newish growth. It is the official saying in this region of Texas: “When the pecan trees bud with new leaves, the last frost of winter has passed and spring has officially arrived.” With the early rains, this change has made its official debut.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Along the lines of old tree roots, mushroom families sense the difference and lift their fringed heads through the morning mists.

 

 

 

 

 

 

New light and warmth rush to melt back the delicate feathered blooms of night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pots watch and accept the change as they wait patiently for their turn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nearby, grandma rose buds bulge to life with a buzzing bee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hawthorns hasten.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Houses harken.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crepes cluster.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And, from their new beds, the first tomatoes blink small yellow blooms of future fruit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, spring is in the air and before our eyes.

Dirt between the fingers and on the feet.

Now, the new year may truly begin.

Spring has sprung and is here.

With cheer and fine form.

We bid warm Hello.

And Welcome.

Welcome.

Home.

 

Grandpa Jim