Signs of spring are bursting forth here in New Jersey. The daffodils are poking through the soil, the crocuses have begun to flower and some of the backyard visitors I haven’t seen all winter are venturing out.
This past week, a brown rabbit has been hanging around our house. He seems too tame for survival in the suburbs. I hope he quickly learns some street-smarts. Fortunately, our backyard offers hiding places for bunnies needing a hurried retreat.
A pair of mallards recently landed in our pond. They enjoyed a quick swim and then returned to their springtime task of scouting out a proper egg-laying site. I wonder if they will ultimately choose an unusual location, like the ducks who nested in a Home Depot garden department. The blackbirds also have nest-building in mind; I spotted one dangling a long piece of dried grass/straw from its beak.
Insects are starting to fly around too. A tiny winged creature was sitting on my mailbox. My husband was surprised to see a butterfly. The ants and the bees will most likely be the next to make their spring entrance.
For some reason, spring can make me feel melancholy. I suppose it’s because change is in the air and sometimes change can be difficult to cope with (or is it the onslaught of allergy symptoms?). The joyous nature of spring, however, is undeniable. It’s a time of new beginnings, fresh starts and second chances. Gardens are prepared. Newborn animals take first steps. Plants that were shriveled and frost-bitten become green and vibrant again. All of what spring represents seems to culminate in the celebration of Easter.
Now that the daffodils and crocuses are appearing, along with the wildlife who’ve been in hiding all winter, I look forward to observing more signs of spring — blooming yellow forsythias, tiny buds on branches, chirping baby birds and more.