A Spring Break

     A week ago, while listening to a book on FaceTime, Lord B told me that, in Alaska, “it’s not spring, but it’s spring break.” Snow still covers the ski mountain – making for great ski days without school.

     Here it is spring – just days past the vernal equinox, blossoms cover cherry and plum trees, flowering daphne perfumes the air, anemone and a few cautious tulips join daffodils, whose insistent yellow declares the season begun. On my morning walk, a pair of small dinosaur hatchlings suddenly appeared at the end of a driveway – made of plastic and wearing masks, of course.

     Resident birds noisily busy themselves, and V-shaped flocks of geese touch down on Eagle Harbor, then depart for northern climes. Unseen for months, rabbits appear from thickets to nibble fresh green grass. And in the human world, the garden center seems relaxed compared to this time last year, when a desperate air permeated the place – gone are many of the restrictions and plants are plentiful.

     It’s a good time for a short spring break in “Her spirits rose….”

7 thoughts on “A Spring Break

  1. I wish I could say we made it through, but winter is still right outside my door. Your flowers sure brightened my morning though.

  2. The most lovely spring bouquet in the blue and white vase. Every day it seems amazing to me to be in a place where the blooms can start as early as February. Have a good spring break! xoxo

  3. Oh, i love the bouquet too! I’m sure it’s your gorgeous work that has inspired me to make some small attempts into watercolor. Enjoy your break! But come back, Katy!

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