I’m visiting my mother over spring break, and you would think there would at least be a SIGN of spring SOMEWHERE – anywhere! But here’s what I’ve been getting:

And then my mother told me about YELLOW FLOWERS BLOOMING in the gravel down the road. Well, weren’t they crocuses? Cause those don’t count. Not native. No, they weren’t crocuses. Forsythia? But my mother knows what that is. No, it wasn’t forsythia. There was a native yellow flower in bloom NOW? I had to go check it out.

How fun are these?! I’ve lived for 52 years and never heard of Coltsfoot. Have you? Spring has come to Thrush Cottage on Little Webb Pond in Waltham, Maine.

I love them.