In Search of Spring

On Saturday, after we finished our weekly grocery shopping chore, T and I went to Colonial Park to look for Spring.   We’d had one of those weeks, the sort that sends a reminder to stop and smell the roses.  It’s far too early for roses, but there were tulips.

There was a faint smell of Spring.  And there were tulip trees, which are a Spring treat I never grow weary of seeing.

Down the canal path, as twilight settled in, we could hear peepers and bullfrogs in the wetlands.

We’re still waiting for Spring’s abundance; the signs of its arrival are everywhere.  We’re ready.