Friday, March 11, 2011


Twice a week I drive my son to this spot so he can begin his paper route down the side of the steep valley. (that's him in the purple sweatshirt.)



And these are what I have seen for two weeks now. Snow drops and crocus. Soon there will be daffodils and tulips.



I lay on the cold concrete snapping pictures as my son sauntered off with his little cart; his smile is the promise of Spring.

11 comments:

Ola said...

Finally spring has come! I hope to see here first flowers also here

Nancy@A Rural Journal said...

Still waiting for our daffodils. Not a sign of them yet.

Very lovely photos, Allison. :)

Judy said...

I'm still waiting for the snow to melt so that I can just see bare ground. I know spring is coming...I just have to be more patient.

Out on the prairie said...

I love the suspense waiting for all the bulbs to come up. The snowdrops are really nice, that would be a good screensaver. I carried papers for 5 years.

texwisgirl said...

So sweet! Warmed my heart!

Dawn said...

Love it! I so enjoy seeing bits of your life and what you do in your day. Good for him...that is one steep route:))

Meg said...

Good morning and Happy Friday to you as well my friend! :) Your comment was a wonderful way to start off my day.

Those flowers are so lovely. I hope you have an abundance of color very soon!

Trisha said...

So nice to see your signs of spring! And such a warm thought as well :) My daughter has wanted to have a paper route, but so far theres been no openings yet.
I also wanted to let you know..I have passed on the Versatile blogger award to you :)

Southern Lady said...

Your son is such a responsible young man!! I know you are proud of him. I love your spring pictures. Just beautiful! Carla

From Beyond My Kitchen Window said...

He will have very strong legs with that incline walk everyday. Good for him. My son had a paper route for five years. Beautiful photo, you live amongst such beauty Allison.

John McElveen said...

What a Beautiful and Informative post!

Thanks !

John