It's truly spring and the color of today is green

Forget that brown world I showed you in March!  To the yellows add the green of grasses that are growing so fast.  It seems we are ahead of previous springs for greening up like this.  And so far (fingers crossed) the average 2.5 inches of snow in April has not made an appearance.  I looked for hepatica in the woods yesterday but found none. 
If you are interested in the contrast three weeks can make in a Michigan spring, check out: the sepia world of March

The Serbian "White Angel"

Sometime in the spring and summer of 1969 when I was living in Belgrade, Yugoslavia (today Serbia), I found and purchased this small reproduction of a portion of the Resurrection fresco from the Milaseva Monastery in southwestern Serbia.   Called the "White Angel," some believe it is Gabriel telling the women, "He is not here."   I was and remain taken with it and all these years later it hangs in my house and anchors the palm from each year's Palm Sunday at St. Gregory's Abbey (where Abbey Rose came from).  For more about the Abbey, visit their homepage: http://www.saintgregorysthreerivers.org/
For more about the Milaseva Monastery and the efforts to save the medieval art it houses check this site: http://srpskoblago.org/Archives/Mileseva/index.html

Joining the Golden Finch in the spring yellows album......

Beauty

and the Beast

The forsythia are just starting and will be entry number four in the spring yellows album.

for skywatchers in the spring

Through the branches of the budding red maple, here is a look at the blue sky in the west  on a morning with the temperature at 62!   Meanwhile to the east, the sun was struggling to come through a layer of clouds.  We had it any sky you wanted this morning!

How could I have forgotten red thursday?

Abbey Rose is not red, but her resting place on the sofa is!
A little more about Abbey who is named after the place where she was abandoned one winter and the question of how could anyone abandon such a beauty.  I cannot answer the latter but the monks of St. Gregory's Abbey rescued her and then convinced me to adopt her.  She was so frightened of everyone that it took me a month of days going into the room where she was kept and luring her with treats before she would let me even touch her.  I worked part time helping the abbot prepare new books for the abbey library and my workroom was a floor below her "cell" so visiting her daily was no chore.
And once she came home it took another month to once again calm her down.  She would hide in the basement and come out for food only if no one was there.  She and I worked very hard at getting to know each other! 
And now she is as Louie and B say,  calm and contentment personified!