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Suddenly spring overwhelms the senses with a conviction that winter is past.
Even the flurry of sycamore trees floating feathery seeds down on mounds of blooming snowdrops seems a distant memory.
The seeds have all fallen. And those snowy white flowers have been wholly succeeded by brilliant suns of lesser celandine lighting the streamside from their blanketing habit of green.
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Now the ground is drizzled with darkened drops of a red maple’s fallen flowers.
The crabapple tree shows its first young leaves.
And the twisted boxelder once again suspends its tasseling flowers over the rocky stream.
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Up on the banks, by the quickly filling, but not yet blooming, tangle of multiflora rose, where the recently woken woodchuck feeds each morning, modest hedgemaids, long awaited and soon gone, inch up to the world their hidden floral adornments.
Washing over it all in a moment is the sound of what seem to be splashing creek chubs.
Racing into the shallow riffles, wriggling out of water upon the dry sides of rocks, and scattering banded schools of smaller minnows, they make hasty wakes up and down the way.
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A sympathetic viewer is easily smitten … overwhelmed, even … by so much to witness at the start of a third spring sharing some Little Crum Creek.
Then an erratically fluttering cabbage white instantly lifts the vision and scatters it across the slim, crowding woodland with a renewed promise of still more to come.
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April 8, 2012 at 10:16 am
Such lovely poetry here…
April 9, 2012 at 11:19 am
Thank you … that’s the same thing I’m thinking looking at this place.
March 28, 2012 at 7:39 am
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee such overload of joy apparent
March 29, 2012 at 11:28 pm
Well put!
March 27, 2012 at 10:37 pm
The image of the LCC banks evokes many fond memories my old friend. The creek stones we crossed countless times on our way somewhere else were calling us home all along. I guess our youthful ears were not in tune with what the many voices of the creek had to say, but we hear the call now don’t we? My memory is heavily connected to my olfactory senses… When I look at the first picture I can smell the wood burner in your basement and my grandmothers kitchen. Two smells that I am grateful to have known.
March 29, 2012 at 11:24 pm
Frank, your senses play a beautiful turn on the Proustian imagination. I’ve always loved splitting wood and eating soup in the kitchen.
Leo Percepied
March 27, 2012 at 4:13 pm
Wow on the minnow shot. Can’t see any distortion or reflection from the water. And you are giving me a severe case of spring fever with your vivid descriptions. Good work! Thanks for coming by my place and letting me know you were there. It’s nice to have you visit. Please come again.
March 27, 2012 at 9:29 pm
Ditto. And thanks on the minnow. If the feverish abundance of spring came through, I’m satisfied. What more would I say? See you again.
March 27, 2012 at 5:59 am
Amazing how early spring is happening in some cases.
March 27, 2012 at 9:20 pm
And with amazing speed.
March 26, 2012 at 3:52 pm
Loved all the shots, but especially the minnow and cabbage white. As always, they are beautiful!!
March 26, 2012 at 5:17 pm
Thank you, Robin. I’ve been inspired by your flurry of spring pictures. Every day is so different. I hope to have something up about that minnow in the near future — but first there’ll be a lot of flowers fading fast!
March 26, 2012 at 9:07 pm
We’re supposed to have a hard frost tonight… I’m afraid most of our beautiful flowers are going to fade quickly. We had highs in the 40’s today, after a couple weeks of 70’s and near 80’s… 😦
March 26, 2012 at 1:44 pm
Spring at LCC brings forth many hidden treasures of nature, as did your treasure of links in your narrative. I enjoyed the exploration!
March 26, 2012 at 5:12 pm
Thanks for checking out the links, Donna! I have so many new things to post, but didn’t want to neglect the resurgence of these other citizens of LCC.
Just read these lines in the Peterson Guide to Eastern Forests:
“The most remarkable characteristic of spring is how different one day can be from the next …. Spring is a time when you can easily regret missing a single day afield.” How true!