The Color Of Spring Is Yellow

The Color Of Spring Is Yellow

Spring is so close, I can practically smell it. The Man and I walked the farm today; discussing property lines, possible building sites, and drainage issues. It was a riveting conversation, believe you me. One that I have no doubt, would have held no interest to anyone but us. Sam couldn’t have cared less. I gave him my house keys to play with and he was a happy boy. During our walk, I stopped a few times to take pictures of a few blooming plants, namely the daffodils (I love that you can see the tiny yellow farmhouse in the background) and the forsythia. Because we bought the property in December, most of the flora has gone unidentified by their new owners (us). Now that spring is coming, the plants are showing their true colors (ha!) and slowly becoming recognizable. The forsythia (a gorgeous flowering yellow bush) is growing along the side of the house; had I known that I already had a giant forsythia, I would not have had The Man plant two new ones on either side of the barn. Oh well, you can never have too many forsythia, I always say…

(I love that word. For-si-thee-ya…say that three times fast.)

I think that’s what makes the anticipation of this particular Spring season so much fun. I don’t know what’s going to grow, or where it’s going to grow. This farm is over 100 years old, and there’s layers upon layers of growth that have remained dormant since we became the owners. I’m so excited to see what other people in the past have planted and to see how the land looks after everything has bloomed. Yay for Spring.

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