Myrtle and my first daffodil were blooming in the Norway Spruce Glade, i.e., the hillside approaching the Fern Glen. I don't know if they were planted or if they are garden escapees.
In the Glen, hepatica seemed a bit put back by the snow.
Bloodroot was unbothered and the first one was about to bloom.
Dutchman's-breeches had come up in force in a week's time and was starting to bloom all over.
At the back of the pond, marsh marigold was picking up speed.
In the pond, salamander mating season had sped by and egg masses could be seen attached to sticks and vegetation below.
Back along the edge of the pond, trout-lily was blooming. Recall that last week it was only leaves.
The leaves of ramps were up in a few spots. Those leaves will disappear before they bloom.
Spicebush buds were beginning to crack. Their lemony scent can be found in the leaves, bark and fruit as well.
Things have been happening so fast that when I came through the next day I wasn't sure if I had missed the leatherwood blossoms today or if they popped overnight. They make me think of little furry horse hooves - yeah, Clydesdales.
There are always chipmunks in the limestone cobble. And they always startle me.
The chairs were already out on the deck at the 'Glen and the view was fine today.
