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garden, nature, perennials, small farm, springtime, Vermont, wildness
Coltsfoot was the first to emerge, pushing its dandelion-like yellow blooms up along roadsides and old gravely logging roads.
Then came the peepers in an evening chorus around the pond, and the bubbles of frog eggs floating in the water.
Just a few days ago, a friend pointed out a splash of white flowers beneath maple trees on the road, bloodroot blooming out of leaf litter in the filtered sun.
And yesterday I noticed a carpet of trout lilies blooming behind the yurt, the yellow petals flexing open, faces slanted down to the earth.
The perennial gardens are waking up, too: peppermint and spearmint, peonies, iris, dicentra, yarrow, echinacea, rudbeckia–all coming back, finally, and bringing the last sleeping parts of me back with them, too.
Beautiful! We are seeing all the same… Everything is putting on a lively coat. Everything looks so refreshed and clean. It’s a wonderful feeling. Happy Spring!
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Happy Spring to you, too, Yanic! It is a such a wonderful feeling 🙂
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It’s happening here too! I always like seeing the coltsfoot – I bet most people just think they are early dandelions.
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I love seeing coltsfoot, too! And I love how the leaves come out after the flower disappears. I didn’t know about coltsfoot until I took an herb course a few years ago, and now it’s one of my favorites to see each spring.
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