At last, the winter has officially ended. March is the first spring month, at least in the Northern hemisphere. Although in reality, this far up north, winter can hang around until April; still spring signs are now everywhere.
Yesterday I uncovered all my sprouting spring flowers; I removed the fallen autumn leaves and the left over spruce branches from my Christmas tree, that were laid over to protect the delicate stalks that were growing impatiently already in January.
The Crocuses are almost in bloom, as are the beautiful yellow Eranthis, the first flowers of the spring. In the process I found many beautiful ladybugs, that seem to have chosen to spend their diapause in the warmth generated by the decaying leaves.
In some ways, even though it is still cold and the threat of snow is in the air, I love this time of the year. It is a time full of promise and expectation, almost an awakening of the nature in every way. The days are getting significantly longer - at this point almost 4 hours since the winter solstice. The first pollen is now in the air and before we know it, winter will, once again, be left in the past.