|Dog-toothed violet or trout lily,--take your pick|
I have had the worst cold of my life for going on two weeks. My sister gave it to me, and I told her during the worst of the cold that if I’d gotten this cold ten years from now it would either kill me or put me in the hospital. I have now returned to the land of the living, though the cough and some remnants still remain. No long walks in the forest for me just yet, but I am well enough to wander around my own little acreage. And that is where I discovered the first leaves in my dog-toothed violet/trout lily patch.
The pretty bi-colored leaves aren’t hard to see, but they can be hidden by fall’s leaves as they are only up by an inch or two at the moment. It’s a good thing the flowers aren’t out yet. Tomorrow I will get what is virtually certain to be the last gasp of winter on what will be the first day of spring. Several inches of wet, heavy snow are predicted, a true “onion” snow, as such things are called in this area.
Other signs of spring are popping up. Spring is not yet exploding but it’s moving forward, about like when the first kernels of the popcorn start to pop. The first phoebes arrived a week ago. I have had an American Coot on the smallest snowmaking pond for a week now. It shows no signs of leaving. The ski resort has closed for the season, too.
As I type a local Blue Jay is performing its Red-tailed Hawk call. It started doing that about 10 days ago and is so pleased with itself that it now calls all over the mountain. It particularly performs the call just before landing in my bird feeders, perhaps hoping to clear the decks so it can have the feeders to itself.
I am glad this cold has nearly run its course in time for me to enjoy the start of spring, even if I have to shovel to get to the chicken coop one more time.