Pussy willows wave
Winds announce springs arrival
Pollinators fly



Coltsfoot create art
Mayflowers glow pink or white
Scenes set for action
A Song Sparrow enters left
A Palm Warbler centre stage




Pussy willows wave
Winds announce springs arrival
Pollinators fly



Coltsfoot create art
Mayflowers glow pink or white
Scenes set for action
A Song Sparrow enters left
A Palm Warbler centre stage




Easter is a very solemn and religious holiday. It is also time for fun, so I searched the origin of the Easter Bunny and found he is very old indeed.
“The Easter hare, or Osterhase, as an Easter symbol seems to have its origins in Germany, where it was first mentioned in German writings in the 1500s. The Easter bunny legend is rooted in German tradition.”
And I learned another interesting bit of trivia:
“Towards the end of Lent, eggs could be harvested and hard-boiled to preserve them long enough to keep until Easter. The time during Lent when eggs were not harvested offered a bonus: Eggs could hatch, increasing the size of the flock. The end of Lent was also a good time to cull the now-increased flock of chickens.”
So there we have Easter eggs, chicks and family dinners. And following the tradition, we set our table for family, but served ham rather than chicken.
We were not the only ones.
Mr. and Mrs. E Bunny also extended an invitation.




Both man and nature rejoice in the Easter season and its message of renewal.
I finished my previous post with, “Each one (day) will bring its own surprises.” I hadn’t expected the first to come so soon, just an hour later outside my kitchen window.


Then a new day dawns to be approached with eager anticipation:
A song cheers my day Pausing, I appreciate Nature comes alive A song sparrow hops along Surveying his world, not mine





Standing all alone
A trumpet announcing spring
Daffodil delight
Spring celebrates the rebirth of nature and of wonder. Happy Easter everyone.
April is patient Snow is slowly giving way Life is bursting free. Goldfinch song beckons to Spring Peepers wait to join the choir. April is patient. I am not, but I understand that life must not be rushed. I rejoice in her unique parade: the Purple Finches flashing through the trees, the Evening Grosbeaks' arrival, the breast of a robin revealing eagerness to nest and the first spring flowers hugging the foundation of my home.





I crave Spring, the green of new leaves, the bright splashes of dandelions and the scent of a freshly mowed lawn. But while I wait, I will enjoy the change that comes with each day. Each one will bring its own surprises.