It's that time of year when clocks everywhere are set an hour ahead while our bodies wonder what on earth is going on. It seems so illogical. I admire our Saskatchewan province for sticking to their guns and not going along with it for all these years.
There's more leaping ahead going on in the garden. Our cold spell lifted slightly and in response, all sorts of things are showing life. Rhubarb unfurls wrinkled leaves, cherry tree buds cluster tightly on branch ends, blueberries look like they might flower, and when I peeked under the cover of the lemon tree, I saw a few buds there, as well. Bring it on, I say!
On a recent walk along the water, a raucous crow had me turn my attention to the trees, and I caught the object of the crow caws, a Great Blue Heron, perched not too far above me. Branches were in the way of good photos, so I asked Tim to take a few shots from his taller vantage point.
I think herons look like grumpy old men all hunched up, mad at the world, and not afraid to let everyone know it.
As the crow continued screeching at the heron, the Great Blue stood up, opened his wings, and his beak and looked very menacing. It didn't seem to bother the crow and soon the Great Blue settled down into his hunched up pose again.
Moss is pretty, I think.
Moss is a nuisance, Tim thinks.
While he plots against it, I'm happy to photograph its intricacies. I don't think its going anywhere anytime soon.
Are you seeing signs of spring? Or is it all over already?
Linking with Mosaic Monday, hosted by Maggie of Normandy Life.