This past weekend it was unusually warm (again) and with rain scheduled for today, we decided to walk the granddog for a walk around the neighborhood. I could feel the anticipation in our woods. I could feel the trees pulsing with sap, and in the case of my sugar maple oozing with sap. We walked the half-mile down the street to the cul-de-sac.
I am usually walking with my nose in the air looking for raptors. It is a miracle I do not end up face down on the pathways!
The wild maple trees were in bloom. Their tiny red blossoms were barely visible to the naked eye as they stood 40 feet tall.
The prickly seed balls of the Sweet Gum were just hanging on waiting to make a difficult path for the barefoot spring.
The dry flower-shaped seeds (in fruit cones) are still on the branches of the Tulip Poplar looking like dried flower arrangements and just waiting to clog drains and scatter across driveways when the sap reaches that hundred-foot height.
We returned to the yard to see that spring was certainly on its way and I think I have forgotten to clean out those birdhouses!