After dropping my kids off at school, I took the long way home through orchard country. It was one of those damp, misty mornings that I like so much and I noticed how much spring – in the country, at least – looks like an Impressionistic painting.
All the barely opened leaves that look like tiny fists unfolding, and the grey sky that peeks through the not-quite-opened leaves and branches reminded me of virtually every Impressionistic landscape I’ve ever seen. Now, I’ll admit, I’m not terribly fond of that style of art, but in nature, it’s astonishing.
My favorite flowers come up in the Spring – daffodils, violets, grape hyacinths, myrtle, lilacs, lilies of the valley. Unfortunately the lilacs and the lilies of the valley haven’t fully bloomed yet, but here are some pictures from my yard of the others. We don’t have a garden or anything due to our appalling lack of Yard Morals, but I do enjoy the flowers when they come up.