April for Real

The new month has crept up on me. Though it is April in reality, it is March in my mind. What to do about this? Get out and walk through it, I suppose. 

I'll be looking for the usual signs: violets nodding in the early grass, bluebells along the path. The yellow blossoms of forsythia greening along the stem. And if we're lucky, the dogwood and azaleas will overlap enough to make the tableau you see above.

Winds will blow, rain will fall, maybe even snow. But the sun will mean business. That's another way to know that April is really here.