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SPRING FLOWERS ARE A WELCOME SIGHT FOR GARDENERS, BUT EVEN MORE SO FOR POLLINATING INSECTS..Bumblebees, solitary bees, butterflies and many other pollinators emerge when the weather warms up, but pollen and nectar can be hard to come by. A huge number of plants rely entirely on bees and other insects for pollination, and yet population numbers are declining.
Happy May Day to everyone. . .no one celebrates May 1 anymore like we did as children -- May baskets, singing, dancing around the May pole, a May Queen at school. . . back in the day. . .
Spring Color Cherry Blossoms, Oak and blue sky on this bright Spring day come together for a colorful collage.
Spring is a lovely time of year at Chicago Botanic Garden, which has oodles of flowering trees as well as many Willows lining the trails and lakesides. That's a footbridge in bokeh.
@Spring Flair :: ANTAYA ::
Dress "Spring"
- Maitreya
- Legacy
- Legacy perky
Taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Flair%20for%20Events/157/91/50
DOUX - Sins hairstyle
JIAN Love Pugs 9. Companion Dark Fawn
Winter is over! (In theory)
In London, the Spring or Vernal Equinox is on
Tuesday, 20 March 2018 at 16:15. In the southern hemisphere it will be the opposite season - the Autumnal Equinox.
It marks the moment the Sun crosses the celestial equator, the imaginary line in the sky above the Earth's Equator. Day and Night are approximately equal all over the world at this time. (Equinox means equal night)
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I rose this morning early as usual, and went to my desk.
But it’s spring,
and the thrush is in the woods,
somewhere in the twirled branches, and he is singing.
And so, now, I am standing by the open door.
And now I am stepping down onto the grass.
I am touching a few leaves.
I am noticing the way the yellow butterflies
move together, in a twinkling cloud, over the field.
And I am thinking: maybe just looking and listening
is the real work.
Maybe the world, without us,
is the real poem.
~Mary Oliver
Recharging the batteries by the river.
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People were suntanning outside even though it's only mid-March. New buds growing along a wall decided to pop out of the ground. My own textures added.