Oh, pickles!

This is the first spring I’ve been so utterly smitten with all the tiny buds, the fresh greens and the early blossoms. I’ve always noticed them, always been so relieved to see winter say buh-bye, but this year I’ve noticed myself getting more and more interested in exactly what is blooming, how quickly it’s blooming, the entire process.

This spring, I’ve noticed the most gorgeous colors - incredibly refreshing and inspiring; here are a few pics in my fave file:

Don’t even know what these little finger-like leaves and fuzzy purple raspberries are (above), but love, love, loved the colors and weirdness.

Behind my mom’s house is a dead-brown-leaf-covered woodsy area which recently revealed some of the most amazing daffodils I’ve seen. Creamy whites with petal-tendrils reaching out, layers and layers of ruffles - gorgeous, right?!

Maple leaves are maple leaves, but these rubbery chartreuse baby leaves made me look twice. And thrice. They really got me thinking about how maple leaves know how to look like maple leaves, always with that definitive maple leaf shape; they don’t wake up in the spring and change it up and decide to look like oak leaves on a whim. How they know, all of them, that they are maple leaves (I AM MAPLE LEAF, no question of identity)… and how reliable they are (maple leaf = maple leaf, year after year after year) - it’s incredibly reassuring in a way.