“The deep roots never doubt spring will come.” -Marty Rubin
The beauty of spring is watching the first plants pushing up above ground, and seeing the early flowers bloom.
Daffodils emerge
Gentle breezes caress me
The sound of birdsong.
And tulips!
What a strange thing! to be alive, beneath cherry blossoms. – Kobayashi Issa
After the pandemic arrived and we were on lockdown, one of our joys was watching the swans, and the expectation of cygnets. I wrote this haiku dedicated to the swans:
Cob* fluffs up his wings
To threaten the geese on shore
And protect his mate.
Swimming by the shore
Swans gliding, white against blue
Wag their tail feathers.
Male swan makes a nest
Lined with some sticks, grass and leaves
Mate will lay eggs soon.
*”Cob” is a male swan.
And then she began to lay her eggs…a total of five by mid-April.
A pair of Canada geese swim with their goslings in May. (The swans lost their eggs in a violent spring storm!)
Meanwhile, the warm weather brings people out walking, with their dogs, and stopping to chat.
And when were walking, we listened to the sounds of nature…including the pecking of a woodpecker.
Wanderlust & Wonderment 
Swans seem almost cursed based on how few times their chicks grow to maturity. How sad to lose their eggs to a storm. Lovely images of spring and a sweet little pup
Great photos. Well done. Sad about the swan eggs. Nature.
Yes, to be alive below cherry blossoms – strange times we live in, but some things become clearer to us – nature for example. Beautiful photos, but sorry for the swans…