Posts Tagged ‘spring’

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I’m from New England. It is hard to find a place that we can see forever here other than at the edge of the ocean! When I think of landscape, it implies seeing off into the distance.

I recently returned from a trip to Kentucky to visit friends. I love the landscape there because it is only interrupted by cows. Ahhh…it seems so relaxing to me.

white cow, spring farm

Spring Farm Scene

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drainpipe running water

Free at Last!

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If you watch the news, you are probably aware of the terrible weather the U.S. has been experiencing this winter. I live in New England, where we are close to setting the record for the snowiest winter we have ever had!

I’m hoping the reward for dealing with this debilitating winter and stupendous snowfall will be a lovely temperate spring and a sunny beautiful summer!

Creeping phlox on Stone Wall

Creeping phlox on Stone Wall

Apple Blossoms

Apple Blossoms


Beach Walking

Walking on the Beach

Beach Sitting

Sitting on the Beach


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I decided to do a very different take on the Weekly Photo Challenge topic.

In the liquor business, spring means it is wine-tasting time!


Wine-Tasting Sign

The highly popular event started at 1:00; my friends and I arrived just after 2:00, and I was customer number 493!

My Tasting Book

My Tasting Book


Forgive the quality of some of the photos…there were hundreds of different wines to taste…and I was being jostled by the hoards of eager wine connoisseurs clutching the glasses and books, pushing their way to the many tables…


Sometimes it is hard to get near the tables...

Sometimes it is hard to get near the tables…




My tactic was to head to the food table first for some meatballs and cheese and crackers. You can’t go to every table unless you are extremely patient or very aggressive (and you aren’t driving home). I studied the book in search of some rose’s. …after all it IS spring and summer barbecue season is coming…

It is hard to take pictures when you are trying to handle a book, a pen, and a wine glass. I just couldn’t couldn’t focus properly with one hand, and people were moving.

Despite the blurriness of some of the people in this shot, check out the one woman not moving: the one on the left in the neon green shirt, truly paused in her tasting…

Not sure if I like this wine...?

Not sure if I like this wine…?











But don’t bother to come after 3:00, because this is what you’ll see:

Corks and empty bottles abound...

Corks and empty bottles abound…

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It’s beginning to look a lot like spring in the Northeast…finally! The weekly photo topic is right on time.

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It’s been a long, cold winter in New England. Even though the calendar has proclaimed that the new season started weeks ago, we are just now on the threshold of spring. Opening Day at Fenway was yesterday (the Official start of spring in NE), and the crocuses are blooming.

Purple Crocuses

Crocuses in bloom

The bright green sprouts of lilies are poking out of last year’s mulch.


Lilies Sprouting

The daffodils are just beginning to bud.


Daffodil’s are on Their Way!

And yet there is still that one stubborn patch of dirty snow that won’t give up the ghost…

patch of dirty snow

Last Spot of Snow…

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When I was out walking yesterday I saw these lovely crocuses, complete with my first bee! Of course it makes sense that bees would like them, they are after all a flower, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bee on a crocus…or maybe I just don’t usually see bees so early?


Spring Crocus

Of course as it is National Poetry Month, I have to include a poem.

“The Crocus”

Beneath the sunny autumn sky,
With gold leaves dropping round,
We sought, my little friend and I,
The consecrated ground,
Where, calm beneath the holy cross,
O’ershadowed by sweet skies,
Sleeps tranquilly that youthful form,
Those blue unclouded eyes.

Around the soft, green swelling mound
We scooped the earth away,
And buried deep the crocus-bulbs
Against a coming day.
“These roots are dry, and brown, and sere;
Why plant them here?” he said,
“To leave them, all the winter long,
So desolate and dead.”

“Dear child, within each sere dead form
There sleeps a living flower,
And angel-like it shall arise
In spring’s returning hour.”
Ah, deeper down–cold, dark, and chill–
We buried our heart’s flower,
But angel-like shall he arise
In spring’s immortal hour.

In blue and yellow from its grave
Springs up the crocus fair,
And God shall raise those bright blue eyes,
Those sunny waves of hair.
Not for a fading summer’s morn,
Not for a fleeting hour,
But for an endless age of bliss,
Shall rise our heart’s dear flower.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Seeing them I felt giddy with spring and this little ditty came to my head:

Little bee , little bee

are you as happy as me

these crocuses to see?



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This topic just begs for a collage!

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Cee's Fun Foto Challenge

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Lilac Bud

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