Spring Happened, Finally!

After a relentless and endless deluge of rain, the clouds left Monday night leaving us with the bluest sky and temps in the mid 70s for three consecutive days. I cannot tell you how seriously grateful we are for this warmth and sunlight. Our garden appreciates it as well, shaking off the last bit of cold rain and sending out flowers and ripening pale fruit in celebration.
Not only that, but the beautiful orange moth that we first saw last year is back, in almost the same spot on the leaves of the waterlily. This year the wings don't seem as dark as last, but we're pretty sure this is a brown tiger moth. Sure wish it would spread its wings and give us a hint of its other colors and details. Oh well.
And then, of course, the yard is full of the sound of froggies. The sun awakens them and out they come from wherever they have been hiding. Just like the lizards. Our cold-blooded, fair-weather friends are back, and we're happy to see them too. All of them: the giant iridescent black bee that never lands, the crazy cranefly with its spindly legs, the yellow crab spider on the potato plants, the dragonflies down by the pond. They're all here.

It happened. Spring.