Spring is here and it’s my favorite season. I love watching as frozen landscapes come to life. Ice on water gradually fades into transparency, and the next moment waves dance on its surface. Snowbanks turn dingy and brown but remain after the ground cover of snow has melted like stubborn old men.
And the smells of spring! A little mud, some new greenery, some moldy leftovers of last year’s fallen leaves. Smells of old and new, conflicting yet shouting to your nostrils in one voice, spring is here. The smell of rain sinking into the soft ground and then snatched up by tree roots ascending to feed the fat buds of baby leaves.
The sounds. In New England it’s peepers with their incessant nighttime chirrup. It becomes so embedded into the background that you don’t even notice them until your 2 year old, looking quite nervous asks, “mommy, what is that noise?” In Minnesota, loons start making their calls that similar to howls echo from the distant shore. In Latvia the clacking of stork beaks rattle as they settle into their nests after returning north.
And the colors, that pale baby leaf green that looks like a hazy halo in the treetops. The dark brown mud during spring rains. The blue sky, it’s own new blue, as if the sky was just born yesterday too, along with the baby robins hatching from their speckled blue eggs. And the white, purple, yellow, pink, orange of spring flowers. Crocuses, daffodils, lily of the valley, tulips, hyacinth.
Photo credit to my talented friends on instagram @antikleopatra and @_jnphotography_