Turkeys, Snirt and Springy-ish-ness

This week a certain lovely and talented person I know and love in Oregon has been sharing beautifully colorful photos of Lenten roses in bloom, budding camellias and other lush greenery currently abounding in her Secret Garden-like backyard.

I might have been a little jealous when I saw the first ones. In fact, two flower-loving small people in my family (who sometimes peer over my shoulder while my laptop is open) frowned jealously, too.

Spring doesn’t officially begin for another two weeks. But here in the Can-You-Believe-the-Weather-Channel-Says-Our-Winters-Are-Officially-Colder-than-Anchorage-Alaska? city of Minneapolis, we are ever so watchful and hopeful for spring.

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You see, we’ve had more than 50 days of subzero weather and more than 60 inches of snow over the last 90 days. That translates into the worst winter in the history of ever. Or 146 years, if you prefer numbers. To say we are more watchful for spring than ever before — well, that might be an understatement.

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But I am happy to report that springy-ish things are happening here! Seriously, at least nine springy-ish things are underway up here in the coldest major city in the United States.

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Springy-ish Sign #1: The ice house is in my driveway. More than a week ago, state law forced the ice houses to leave the lake. And so what if the ice on the lake is still four feet thick? February is officially over.

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Springy-ish Sign #2: The mailbox is becoming more accessible. It has been weeks since the post office threatened to stop delivering our mail because of the snow-plow-induced glaciers at the end of our driveway. And now my 8-year-old can reach the mailbox again.

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Springy-ish Sign #3: A photography trip to the Arboretum is not entirely unreasonable. Yesterday it warmed up to a breezy but balmy 20 degrees (never mind the wind chill), so the girls and I threw on our snow boots (again) and ventured out to the Arboretum for a peek at the gardens. It is helpful to have some early March photos as a first reference point in the miracle of spring.

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Springy-ish Sign #4: Piles of snirt (aka “dirty snow”) prove there hasn’t been much fresh snow lately. And yes, we’ll just ignore those people who loudly crow, “But March is often our snowiest month!”

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Springy-ish Sign #5: Not one of the benches at the Arboretum was vacant yesterday. Yes, it was strangely quiet at the Arb, just us and the turkeys, to tell you the truth.

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But even so we couldn’t find a single bench to sit on.

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Can you even find the bench beneath this magnolia tree?

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Springy-ish Sign #6: The tips of the magnolia branches show some promising fuzziness. Seriously, this is one of our favorite magnolia trees. I will return to it for more pictures when it blooms.

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Springy-ish Sign #7: Puddles! Near the magnolia, we found a few puddles of melted snow. Real-live, honest-to-goodness liquid water in the great outdoors! So what if we haven’t heard raindrops since last October? Puddles are puddles.

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Springy-ish Sign #8: “Look, Mommy! I found something GREEN!” It’s buried so far beneath the snow we can’t even begin to identify it. But yep, whatever it is, it’s green, sure enough.

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Springy-ish Sign #9. My friend says she saw a robin earlier this week. Rumor is some robins winter in Minnesota. (Gasp!) But Ruth is a robin expert, and she says the robin she saw was most certainly not one of those robins, which are known to look frumpy and crabby and have legs and beaks darkened from frost bite.

“The robin I saw this afternoon was from down south. She had tan legs and a tan beak, and she was wearing flip flops,” Ruth reports. “There was a spring in her step and a sparkle in her eyes. She also chirped a little slowly and had a southern drawl: ‘Chyyuurp, Chyyuurp, y’all.'”

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And so there you have it, folks. It’s officially springy-ish in Minnesota!

The Leaves are Falling Down

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Fridays in the fall are perfect for a field trip/nature walk to the Arboretum.

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The Arb has gourds and pumpkins a-plenty, much to the delight of my own little pumpkin.

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And scarecrows…

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But best of all, the Arb has leaves. Fiery red, golden yellow, orange, green and brown — they are glorious!

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My oldest loved how the raindrops gathered on this leaf to make it shimmer.

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Then she saw this leaf, which was more colorful and shimmered, too.

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My little pumpkin thought for sure a fairy had taken a bath in this oak leaf and had forgotten to drain the water.

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Thank You, Lord, for the glorious leaves!

And happy leaf-looking, everybody!

The Smell of Spring

A goldfinch rests on a branch of golden-green leaves.

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A red ray petunia blooms brightly on the deck.

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My frog-colored rainboots sink in the soggy bog.

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It looks like spring, yes, with the bright yellows and reds and golden greens. But spring doesn’t truly smell like spring until the lilacs bloom.

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For three of the past four years, my daughters and I have made an annual romp through the blooming lilac collection at the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum.

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This bud is for you, Aunt Lilac!

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We adore their heavenly scent, which is why we heartily believe L is for Lilac!

Magnolias for Mother’s Day

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It’s spring, nearly Mother’s Day, and my grandma — my mother’s mother — her hair is blooming all glorious white, right along with the magnolia trees.

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Dear Heaven, I give thanks to thee

For things I did not know before,

For the wisdom of maturity,

For bread, and a roof, and for one thing more,

Thanks because I still can see

The bloom on the white magnolia tree!

-from a poem by Helen Deutsch

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A Plug for the Arb

Note: This is a special guest post by my dear sweet 7-year-old.

I think fishing is a lot of fun (especially when you are fishing for leaves).

Leaves are very easy to catch.

It’s also especially fun when your mom is a photographer.

In these pictures I am at the Arboretum. The Arboretum has lots of places that are fun to go to and lots of things to see.

  • Secret paths
  • Snakes!
  • Gift shop
  • Maze
  • Pumpkin gazebo (only in the fall)

 

So go do some fun stuff at the Arboretum today!

What is Beautiful

Come, and I will show you what is beautiful.

It is a rose in full bloom.

See how she sits upon her mossy stem, like the queen of all the flowers!

She is the delight of every eye.

She is beautiful, but there is a fairer one than she.

He that made the rose is more beautiful than the rose;

He is all lovely;

He is the delight of every heart.

(Words by Letitia Anna Barbauld, Hymns in Prose for Children, 1781)

Photos copyright Starlight Writer 2012.

Sunday is for Sunflowers

The girls and I spent a lovely Sunday afternoon at the Arboretum, soaking up the September sunshine and exploring the many flowers still blooming. The radiant sunflowers put on quite a show in the Children’s Garden.

Even the drooping sunflowers radiated hope with their countless seeds.

I’m inspired. The girls and I are going to plant a lot more sunflowers next spring!

Our Friend Spring

“See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land…”

 

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We rushed over to visit a dear old friend yesterday.

Spring! And, oh, she does look so lovely!

So captivating — wearing all those blossoms.

We breathed in her fragrant, flowering magnolia trees.

Her little blue scillas, so dainty and sweet, reminded me of someone else I know.

Her helleborous (Lenten rose) bloomed bravely, though nearly hidden behind a bench and surrounded by crunchy brown leaves.

She introduced us to a host of white daffodils.

Tiny raindrops pearled up on her sunny yellow daffodils.

Her dwarf Dutch irises truly delighted us.

Her apricot trees cheered us.

And her lilacs — oh, they hold great promise for April!

A Daffadowndilly Kind of Day

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way;

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.