Signs of spring

Whan that aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of march hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour . . .

Well, it's almost April. The birds have been eating the flowers on this winter honeysuckle for more than a month; the green berries you see here will soon be blood-red, and the birds will eat them, too.




The Siberian Irises have started to poke through,



and the periwinkle is blooming,



as are my next-door-neighbor's daffodils.