Lilacs see to have sprung into bloom… gracing gardens with their perfume and their beauty.
Dogwood blossoms are everywhere.
From the trees sprang a myriad of sounds and critters. Chirruping squirrels, chasing one another in the thrill of spring’s ecstasy. Tree frogs…completing the chorus with croaks, trills, bleats, and grunts. At night it can sound like a fleet of fire trucks descending on the neighborhood. The anoles don’t have a lot to say as they leap and slither about the limbs or run along the morning glory shrouded fence. Skinks slither under the raised garden beds, hide in the damp shade beneath the kids’ sand/water table.
Already broadhead skink females are hidden in my woodpile, guarding and tending their clutches of tiny white eggs.
(not my picture…but I seldom get the females to stand still for me, lol)
The males, with their big red heads are much more imposing than their ladies and less skittish. They love it up in the big live oaks.
Spring is here in the Lowcountry. It couldn’t have sprung up at a better time.