over the city noises of car engines, people talking and that machine hum, is a robin tweeting . . or singing . . or talking . . (however it appears to you).
i think the official moment for us was 5:01 am yesterday morning. happy spring.
by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
in celebration of the first day of spring, we decided to go on a bike ride this morning. i made scones and hard boiled eggs to take with us, along with hibiscus tea and clementines.
once again, we were searching for pansies (i had a print out of the pansy pages from anna botsford comstock's handbook of nature study). instead we found "campanula portenschlagiana," or hoffman's blue, or dalmation bellflower.
i believe they can keep many of their green leaves through the winter. the older leaves are coarser; the younger ones more smooth and lighter in color.
we also observed the buds beginning on the purple plum tree chanda studied last year. i hope to get out in the next week to sketch the buds on the trees we were observing. we have the fall sketches, but not spring and summer.