Pink Heather
What a delight to sight the pink heather
that marks the giant granite block path
to our front door and then around to the
southeastern side where the dormant beds
await the go-ahead to declare winter’s end.
We really can’t complain; it’s been a mild
and dry winter, but it was still, in February,
a thrill to have this hardy soul break out
of its slumber and present its gentle
blossoms to us, a subtle sign of change.
Early color is a surprise and a joy.
My only fear is that it may be a
false messenger, an agent provocateur
that has been sent to divert our eyes from
the sneak attacks for which March is so well known.
Marty Luster
Good Morning Gloucester 
WOW! JOY is right! Thanks for sharing . . . . is it accessible to us earthlings, Marty? I want to see it up close and personal — but not trespass. Is that an orange/tan leaf among the abundant pink? It’s too early to be a butterfly.
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it is not cressys beach , its is pavilion beach in gloucester
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Marty, aside from a gifted eye, you really have a way with words. Lovely post.
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Re: …..the sneak attacks for which March is so well known. You’ve got that right, Marty. I love Mark Twain’s quote, “If you don’t like New England weather, just wait a minute.”
Lovely photo, reminding us that spring is just around the corner.
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Marty ~ fantastic photo and lovely words to express the magic of nature ~ namaste, carol ^_^
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