I got back from Arizona and suddenly spring is everywhere. There are buds on the elderberry and the hydrangea and the dogwood. The trillium are sudden coming up! (They hadn't even poked above ground before I left.) The eastern waterleaf is out and the Christmas fern and various mountain mints are appearing in places where I will probably someday regret planting them. Did I mention the trillium!?
My trout lilies bloomed and my toothwort and Jacob's ladder are going nuts and the raspberry is budding and a deer ate the top off my red buckeye but it's still got another set of buds and the roses are putting out dark red leaves and the cherry blossomed and I SAW A BEE!
My heart may not be able to take much more of this. Sometimes I wonder if gardening is just a random hobby I will someday tire of, and then I wander around making "Urrrk!" noises like I've been kicked whenever I see a new plant come up, and I think it's probably not gonna happen.
And the mourning cloak is out! Doing his little patrols! And I saw an Eastern Comma butterfly! And pulled a tick off myself!
Okay, that last wasn't quite so exciting. But still.