My top nine Instagram art posts from 2018.
My personal barometer tells me that spring is happening. The snowbanks outside might not look like it, but there is definitely some warmth creeping back into the sunshine and the temperature fluctuations indicate the annual battle between the shifting seasons. Even though my body hates the weather issues, spring is my favourite of the seasons and I am feeling somewhat desperate for this year. I did see a robin on February 13th chirping at me from atop a snowbank and on the 19th I found a pussywillow out in soft grey buds. Perhaps the robin and the willow were just confused, but I am clinging to them as signs that spring is coming.
Spring. Squelching through vernal pools and delightful mud puddles. Listening to the songs of mating frogs and finding tadpoles in spring pools. Daffodils and hyacinths, my favourite of the spring bulbs, pushing their green noses through the dark, moist earth to share their brilliant colours and fragrance. The red haze, already on the maple trees as sap begins to flow up from deep roots to the topmost branches, turns to red buds and spider-like flowers, then finally tiny umbrella leaves. Clouds of apple and pear blossoms, alive and humming with life, laden dark limbs. Dozy bees bumbling through lilacs. Shimmery beetles and chubby grubs return with clouds of butterflies. Worms trace their trails through soft mud in the misty mornings. Morning bird song changes as robins and blackbirds return. Creatures of all sizes, from insects to toads and snakes, basking in the warm sunshine. Purple violets peeking through the freshly green grass. Warm, sun-dried laundry scented with fresh-cut grass. Fresh thunderstorms rinsing away winter’s grim and leaving clean, rain-scented air filled with cheerful bird song.
Yup, I am ready for spring.
It’s been overcast and trying to snow with that annoying pellety-shaped snow that just blows around. I much prefer the big fluffy flakes. When I left the office tonight at 8 the temperature had risen and with it the wind. I suspect it will warm up just enough to turn the snow to slush and then freeze it all again. Such is life in the Banana Belt of Ontario. I really do think I would prefer to live somewhere where winter just comes and stays, instead of waffling like this. At any rate, even if the weather were nice enough to be outside, I’m still stuck inside finishing a paper on depictions of Medea in Roman elegy. It’s interesting enough, but I’m ready to be done.
SO, since summer seems oh, so far away in the past, I thought I would share some of my favourite bug photos from this past summer. Enjoy!