I know the calendar says it is Spring and the temperatures being in the high 60s during the day, but it wasn’t really Spring to me until this past weekend.
A lone, volunteer daffodil came up under my red plum trees. I had not planted it there nor have I seen one there in the past two Springs I have been in this house. It is as magical to me as the fields of daffodils of Wordsworth fame
To add to the color in the yard, the small-flowered yellow and white blossom forsythia burst into bloom this past weekend. It is always the first color I have around the house and I carefully clip three branches and bring them into the house. Can flowering fruit trees be far behind?
Happy Spring, Santa Fe.
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