With the arrival of spring come the ephemerals. These are New England's earliest and shortest-blooming wildflowers. The earth is in her renewal. She's coming alive after her cold sleep. The streams are rushing and gurgling from April's showers. It sounds like they are singing with joy!
Even the smallest blade of tender new green grass sings with its brilliance into the drab landscape. It's a joyful eruption!
Robin sings and spreads in flocks across the open meadows.
Spring feels like anything is possible, and maybe it is!
Wildflowers below, left to right, top to bottom:
Pink Spring Beauty
Yellow Trout Lily