Spring Takes Hold

Daffodils really signal spring to me. Their sun-soaked colour broadcasts warmth. My eyes feast on their bright presence.



The blue of the scylla complement the bright, yellow daffodils. They run wild over lawns, multiplying each year. Spring rushes in here, no gentle progression from one flower variety to the next. Warm weather speeds growth and each flower vies for our attention.



Branches feel the pulse of sap rushing up them, setting buds. Leaves will soon overshadow them. Already leaves are bursting out of bushes.



Spring - that magical season of growth and change. Each day provides new delights and feeds me with the energy of the season.

Ruffled Daffodils

Ruffled Daffodils, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

While the snow is receding, it leaves the accumulated winter dirt, mud and brown grass behind. Outdoors the shoots are just starting to poke out of the ground. I stopped in at the Westmount Conservatory where there was a show of spring blooms. What a delightful place with people enjoying the colours as they sat on benches or strolled around. We are colour-starved this time of year.



Young and old delighted in the abundance of colour. And what a peaceful atmosphere! I must take a book there some day and just sit and enjoy.



I'm told they change the exhibit four times a year. For now, it was delightful to get an advance peek at spring possibilities. It will be a while before I see these growing outdoors!

First Shoots

First Shoots, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

When spring decides to come the snow melts quickly. Shoots in many gardens are already beginning to show. If you look carefully, you will see a tinge of purple where the crocuses are starting.



In sheltered gardens, the snowdrops have opened. Spring doesn't wait for all the snow to be gone to get busy with growing.

Dog Tooth Violet or Trout Lily

Dog Tooth Violet or Trout Lily, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Summit Park is a blanket of flowers. The forest floor is dotted with white trilliums with accents of these yellow flowers*. They shyly turn their faces down to the ground while all around them the trilliums stare boldly up.

Each year I love to walk through this urban forest, delighting in the short show. In spring each flower has its time. Changes are a constant of this wild season.