This week it was warm enough that it felt like we’d taken the turn towards spring. Also, the start of spring on the calendar made it official. I’m sure we’ll get a bout of two of snow yet, in late March and early April. But we’ve made the turn.
Spring always strikes me as about both death and life. My perception is that people tend to associate spring with new life, what with birds returning and flowers eventually coming up. But early spring also is a reminder of death, decay, and entropy, as retreating snow reveals mud, dead plants (and sometimes animals), and reminders of destructive storms.
The pictures below include a nod to death, in the decayed leaves of last summer and fall, and to life, in the bright warm sunshine, seen through windows.