The rhubarb has valiantly pushed itself out of the ground, fearless of freezing nights. Fiddleheads have recently appeared, along with the first dandelions the bees have patiently been waiting for.
Lilac bushes are
decked out in green buds and tiny purple blossom tips which will transform into
delicate, lavender flowers to make the evening air smell sweet and pleasurable.
Daffodils and the tiny Muscari
Latifolium, from the grape hyacinth clan, have popped up and spread out low to
the still-chilly ground.
The chickadees
and cardinals, two of the first birds to appear each spring, have found the
seed feeders and persistently call to their respective mates. Sparrows sing a
merry tune while a nearby wren just chatters her displeasure like a cranky
child.
Canada geese,
winging north, honk out a lonesome sound and skim the trees looking for the safety of
water where they’ll rest for the night before taking flight the next day. And in
the swamps, marshes and pond perimeters, the peepers send up a nightly chorus
of a song reminding everyone that finally—yes, it’s springtime in Pennsylvania. Finally!