It’s rained much of this last week, and I haven’t been out on two wheels for too long. So in spite of forecast rain and the questionable sky, I suited up and headed canalside.
It was a thrill to see signs of spring at last. Cherry blossoms. Forsythia. Wildflowers in the grass. I heard the birds singing in the trees and saw a highly-colored cock pheasant in the grass along the feeder creek. The willow catkins have burst and hang long. Trees and shrubs are leafing out. And I caught a whiff of something fragrant.
At long last. We have all certainly earned our springtime here.
Beautiful flowers. Are those native to Italy? The rhodies are out here in Seattle. A bright red bush next to my parking spot at school. Reminds me of home — of mom.
Well, they’re just forsythia, cherry tree blossoms and those teeny little blue flowers that grow in the grass. Native? Oh… I don’t know. Where IS forsythia native to?