It was raining when I left the house yesterday. As I pulled the car out of the garage I was dismayed to see the tiny, wet granules on the driveway that appeared to be sleet. I knew it was supposed to get up into the lower 60s so I wasn’t worried about the ice sticking. But I was dismayed to see the sleet. And then I realized that it wasn’t sleet. They were buds from the hackberry tree which the rain had knocked onto the driveway. The temp was in the upper 50s. It was a beautiful spring morning. There was nothing wintery about it at all.
And I realized it was high time to move beyond this whole cruise ship theme. So I updated my header photos to pictures with more of a spring-like theme. The dozen photos in this collection are as follows:
A tropical flower somewhere in the tropics, the location of which the mists of time have hidden.
Spring rains and groundwater seep out of a cliff face and off an overhanging rock in Zion National Park.
A yellow sulphur butterfly alighting on the sparse grass of Monument Valley, Arizona.
The blood-red flower of a camellia bush in February.
The flower of the soulangiana tree, better known as a Chinese magnolia, is one of the earliest blooming flowers in the southern U.S.
A male goldfinch feeding at our feeder.
A great egret patiently hunting in swamp southeast of Lafayette, Louisiana.
I went to find a snowy owl in the wind-swept fields of Nebraska and all I saw was this red-tailed hawk sitting atop the center pivot irrigation system, observing life, and vigilantly keeping the snowy owls away.
High up in the cliff walls above the Virgin River in Zion National Park, the spring rains have left their mark in the sand.
Teamwork: A black vulture and a boat-tailed grackle observe the retirees along the Gulf Coast. The vulture is no doubt waiting for someone to die. The grackle merely wants the old guy's boat shoes so his feet will match his tail.
Nothing says spring like bears coming out of hibernation. This particular one can be found in Barstow, California, along Route 66.
Even though its almost summer along the Colorado-New Mexico border, spring has not yet found its way to the top of the three peaks of the Sierra Blanca Massif.