I couldn’t resist another shot of the mandarin honeysuckle vine now that it’s covered in blooms. Having something this beautiful in my life just makes me feel so blessed. Also, this vine happens to be growing on the arbor my dad built for our wedding 15 years ago today…beauty abounds.
In a few more days, the mandarin honeysuckle vine will be covered in luscious orange blossoms. It will be glorious. But I also like the form of the petals before the flowers open. And, the softness of the light. And, well, I guess I just couldn’t wait to celebrate the emergence of the first tender soul. There’s something intimate about this moment. It’s quiet. It’s the kind of subtle revelation you might miss if you weren’t paying attention.
It wasn’t my intention to post TWO bud photos in a row but, two things: it’s all happening (!) and a lot of that activity looks like plants, trees, bushes, vines, budding out. And it’s awesome.
Second, I got my eyes dilated yesterday and spent half the day incapacitated (ugh!) unable to take photos, do any computer work, or be functional, really, in any way. By the time I got my vision back, it was slim pickins’. Fortunately for me, I don’t have to look very far to see the wonders of spring afoot…
As I trudged through the freshly fallen snow yesterday, I was heartened by signs of spring, like these fat little buds forming on my honeysuckle vine. Despite many hits on the snooze button, nature is awakening.
110/365: honeysuckle buds
Post title is a reference to the phrase, “Hope springs eternal” from An Essay on Man by Alexander Pope.