Wordless Wednesday: Signs of Spring

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Dee said…
YAY!! yeah I noticed Monday that there were some buds on the trees...YAY!
March 11, 2009 at 7:13 AM
Three Js said…
Too bad you didn't get a photo when they got dusted with snow :-)

Spring will be here, soon! I'm on the lookout for the first Trillium of the season!
March 11, 2009 at 8:21 AM
Anonymous said…
Those aren't just peeking, those have really popped through!!!
March 11, 2009 at 6:29 PM
Cathy said…
Beautiful! I can't wait for spring to get here and stay!
March 12, 2009 at 5:25 AM
wife.mom.nurse said…
So pretty! I love spring!!!!!
March 12, 2009 at 8:45 AM
Carebear said…
Beautiful! Love that shot of the orange center peeking through the purple leaves. I wish the snow would melt so we could get some flowers out here in the shady foothills!
March 12, 2009 at 11:49 PM
Julie said…
Beautiful pics!!
March 13, 2009 at 12:19 PM
Anonymous said…
Beautiful! I want spring!!!!!
March 13, 2009 at 5:01 PM
Megan said…
Yay! We've got buds sprouting too and some daffodils have decided to fully bloom. Love spring!
March 19, 2009 at 3:51 PM
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