Saturday, March 5, 2016

Yellow.

Spring in our beautiful valley begins with splashes of unbelievable yellow.


It's so bright it looks almost artificial.

But it's not.




It's as if nature is shouting, "WAKE UP!!!"


We come out of hibernation, stealing hours to cycle, to garden, to sketch and picnic and photograph for hours.



I'm intrigued with the reflections...
Flowers and sky in the puddles between the rows.



The addictive scent of spring is so strong I can smell it calling me from inside.
The tiny violets, flowering trees, forsythia and all the rest mingle in that signature smell of springtime.





It's like walking in a storybook here in the Skagit Valley when spring arrives.



5 comments:

Come Away With Me said...

Sheer glory, all of it!

Jeri Landers said...

It must be dreamy to live in the valley of the daffodils and tulips. I'm grateful just for the lovely patch off in my meadow, but this! THIS is incredible!

Come Away With Me said...

PS: Another blogger friend, Ellen, has visited these same fields of daffodils this month . . . I sometimes wonder if the two of you don't ever cross paths somewhere up there in that beautiful countryside of yours! I am putting the link to her post here: http://happywonderer.com/2016/03/10/a-host-of-golden-daffodils/

ellen b said...

Hi Sharyn,
Nice to meet you. Looks like we've been mucking about in the same fields. Hope you have a lovely weekend. Sara linked your blog on my blog, too.

Linda said...

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