Drawn outside by a bunch of screaming blue jays
It was early Sunday morning, and while making a cup of coffee, I heard a cluster of blue jays in the back corner of our yard. Perhaps a wandering cat? Maybe I should step outside, and it will move on.
Now that the weather is warming, I’ve been trimming our gardens. I grabbed my camera, thinking I might capture a pretty photo.
Met by spring sunshine and a slight breeze
The morning sun and a slight breeze greeted me, and tiny soft white petals fell around me. The petals from our blooming pear tree were blowing in the wind, and the Japanese Yoshino cherry tree had suddenly burst into white snowdrifts of blooms.
I couldn’t resist capturing it with my camera — but I didn’t even do the scenery justice.
The quiet waking of plants
Of all its seasons, Atlanta wears spring best. Everywhere I looked, plants were budding and unfurling leaves, and blossoms on trees and shrubs were opening up. The clematis on our arbor is covered with large green buds. My ‘June’ hosta is a swirl of green and yellow. The redbud tree with its unique buds on branches is covered in soft purple now. A parting gift from a gardener friend, the tree makes me think of her this time of year.
Morning Birdsong
The cries of the blue jays had stopped and were replaced with a mix of many bird calls. So good to hear that after their absence in winter. So good to see my plants waking up. The moss we’ve been encouraging to replace our grass was covered with pretty petals. It’s the best kind of spring snow. Atlanta is styling.
