It’s time! It’s here! Let the trumpets sound. Spring has arrived to the Concord River.
Or, as Margaret Wise Brown wrote in her iconic book, Pussy Willow: When the pussy willows happen …then it is spring.

Pussy Willow was my favorite book when I was a little girl. Simpler times.
The pussy willows are most certainly happening. In full bloom and bursting forth, eager to feel the warmth of the sun that has returned to press back the darkness.
Along with the pussy willows, the crocuses are happening too. Bright yellow and purple blossoms reaching between the dead, cracked leaves, hoping to get a little of Ra’s radiant heat.
The first day of spring heralded in on a cold breeze but that didn’t waver Franny in her pursuit of cracked corn.
Switching our sights to the side yard, another breeding pair is celebrating Ostara.
Joining in on the celebration are the American goldfinch males–molting and getting ready for some hanky-panky on the river.
And no Ostara celebration would be complete without the goddess Eostre’s familiar.
And… wait for it… I can hear them… almost… ready?
Bingo! The ruby-throated hummingbird migration has swung into gear. http://www.hummingbirds.net/map.html
It is a magical day, indeed. And my wish is that the season bestows her blessings on you and those you love.
Blessed Ostara and blessed be :}
I saw three hummingbirds yesterday at my feeder in Ormond Beach, Fl the first of the year at least for me. One of them zoomed over my head like a miniature bomber while I was gardening. I will be ready with my camera today.
Oh great! Nothing up here yet.
You should write…………….your great at it!
I agree 🙂
Another humble smile 😉
Hmm, perhaps I’ll think about it.
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