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| This first picture isn't so exciting, but it does capture the "gold" of Frost's poem. |
. is gold/Her hardest hue to hold.
So--on this sunny but cold day before I jazzed off to the library for a peaceful place to work without distraction, I took some pictures of early spring.
This little bush has been ready to burst for weeks.
Look what the blooms look like up close!
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| Lily surprise. |
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| Periwinkle |
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| We call these helicopters. |
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Early azaleas--"The weed of the South"
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| Something about this reminds me of a poodle. |
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Hyacinth smell so good by the front door!
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| Camillas are giving their final pop. Look at this one, all pepperminty! |
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| Tiny tulip tree |
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And forsythia, always the first herald of spring. Already here her early leaf's flower subsiding to leaf.
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