On a pouring rain day at the end of February, a lone bright-red anemone, scattered crocus, and many snowdrops bloom in the garden. Hellebore cluster together on straight stems and bow their blossom heads. An acid spring-green colors a proliferation of not-yet-blooming forget-me-nots, the sharp spears of new crocosmia, and thick moss on garden bed edging logs and pavers. That newborn green shines against the dark gray of winter forest, and amid a discouraging amount of standing water.
Indoors, I consider the bird project – begun with my very favorite and one of the smallest – the winter wren (maybe finding its shape, but not yet background.)
her spirits rose... 
so pretty.. brightened up my morning 🙂
Thank you!
This is a charming post; simplicity with a weaved texture of flora imagery, and beautiful artwork.
Thank you Joan for lovely comment! Glad you stopped by.
The wren is my favorite, Katy, in so many ways. Thanks for honoring him first. ~Jane
Aah Jane, so me too, for real. And the little fellows (I assume the fellows) sing out, with such loud insistence and hope, their beautiful, melodic songs all through the woods these days – out of proportion to their tiny bodies. Truly is like the trees singing! so glad to hear from you – I feel the day can begin!
Such a sweet, perky little guy saying “good morning.” Wish I could hear one.
I’ll try and send you a sound bite. You’d love!
The winter wren in a recording by Bird Note: http://birdnote.org/video/2013/12/winter-wren-singing It is, of course, more beautiful when overheard in the woods, coming from on high and out of sight, but this video is wonderful!
Great video! Thanks. I loved the slowed down version also.
You paint word pictures too… xox, V
Thank you Vicki, kind words from a master. After all those years in Alaska, I can never believe this early spring. Lawn mowing today!