Terri’s Sunday Still Challenges: #Weathering Memories

This is my contribution to Terri Webster Schrandt’s Weekly Photo Challenge with the theme Weathering Memories. I decided to post photos to illustrate my take on the four seasons.

To me yellow personifies Springtime.

Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall, all you have to do is call!

Lens-Artists Colorful April Challenge #143

Here is my contribution to the Lens-Artists Challenge #143 – Colorful April. This is something of a part 2.

Silver dollars have a simple but colorful blossom.
The wisteria is beginning to bloom. When they reach full bloom, they are quite stunning.
No mention of April is complete without a look at some tulips!

Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #143 – Colorful April

The tulips have been riotous this Spring!
As the daffodils die back, the silver dollars run rampant.
The azaleas are gearing up for a major explosion.

The croci are always the first to show themselves at the end of Winter. I find them a welcome sight every late Winter, early Spring day.

One Word Sunday Challenge: Spring

Here is my entry for Debbie Smyth’s Travel With Intent blog, One Word Sunday Challenge. This week her topic is Spring.

Rather than green, to me yellow is the color of Spring (with a little pink thrown in).

Let’s take a closer look at some daffodils, shall we?

The other day, for her Flower of the Day challenge, Cee Neuner posted the back of some daffodils. I thought it looked great. Imitation is the highest form of flattery!

Now here’s some of that pink I promised you!

Even though today was a bit dreary, the birds are coming in droves to herald Springtime! If you look closely, you can a big flock on the ground in front of the yellow house.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Spring

Swans 1Swans 2 square“Congratulations, Your Majesty,” said the royal surgeon.  In a serious breach of etiquette, he grasped his queen’s hand.  “The child is due in the Spring.”

Too overwhelmed to react to the surgeon’s rudeness, Queen Pirouette nearly shouted, “It’s impossible!  It’s been over a dozen years since my last pregnancy.  I can’t be pregnant.  It’s the change-”

Before she could say another word, the doctor interrupted her (another faux pas). “There’s no doubt, madam.  Women older than you give birth all the time.”