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Winter evolves into Spring with the most dramatic and the most hopeful of changes.  In the city, there are beautiful flowers and trees, but most of them have been specifically planted for the effect.  Not that I don’t love seeing the gorgeous azaleas and flowering trees and popping flowers.  I love them!

I’ve been through some long sad winters in my life, life changing seasons when I had to trudge through loss and hope I could make it into the next phase.  But Spring always comes along to brighten my outlook.  Always.

This year, I’ve had the lovely experience of driving a state highway at least once a week, making the changes in the countryside even more dramatic.  One week there was snow, the first week in March.  A couple of weeks later, I noticed the trees were fuzzy, small leaves pushing their way out.  By the end of the month, we were having warm days, punctuated with the kind of clouds we watch explode in the sky, the ones that show the atmosphere is in turmoil and we have to watch carefully.  The beauty of the massive clouds can easily turn into dark skies with swirling tornadoes dropping towards earth.  DSC_0344A week after I see the leaves pushing at the ends of branches, I’m overwhelmed by the sense of the baby green colors of the trees around me as plant after plant shows its new colors.

Then the redbuds bloom in the forests, our state tree showing its colors, fuchsia and white, wild along the roadways.

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The ground is turning from brown to green for the babies, calves and colts, that arrive.  I drive into a mass of young green…the lacy profile of the branches from winter is filling in…

DSC_0255We still have wild skies and are enjoying a rainy season, needed for all that grows from the earth…DSC_0333The Cimarron River is filling and the trees along its bluffs are softer…DSC_0256I call this the “Sky Barn,” a place I see from the road at a country intersection.

DSC_0254And then, there was color along the roadsides, Indian Paintbrush starting to bloom.

DSC_0160DSC_0164Over the past two weeks, the flowers are spreading and growing brighter as I suddenly see fields of the wildflowers…

DSC_0162 IMG_6943And other flowers are coming, purples and whites and yellows along the way.

DSC_0168The baby greens of early spring are now lush shades of deep green, the trees full.  And my heart is full of hopeful new feelings.  Welcome Spring!

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The nice thing about Oklahoma is that you never know what the weather’s going to be, so we get to experience a little bit of everything, short of hurricanes.  We opt for tornadoes instead.  We’ve had a mild winter, especially compared to the east coast, so when we get a little snow, it’s mainly an annoyance.

What do you call it when you get a couple of inches of snow and it’s more than a dusting and less than a blanket?

I drove from Tulsa to Stillwater on Highway 51, the old highway I used when I was in college with a few improvements to make it a little safer.  I like the turnpike, but this road has so much nostalgia for me.  I like it.  The roads were clear, but the views were snowy.  I was taken with the tree limbs covered with snow early in the morning.

IMG_6429On the old two lane highway between the Arkansas River and Chandler Park, I drove through snow covered rocks and hills of snow covered trees on one side and an icy river on the other.  I didn’t have my camera, but I had my iPhone, so I would pull over and take pictures as I drove along.  So much for getting to my meeting on time.  I was mesmerized with the beauty of the winter landscape.

Eventually, I pulled into a drive, turned around and was struck by the sun trying to break through the icy sky…

IMG_6426I wish I were the kind of writer who could take you there with wonderful words, but I also believe in the power of photographs.  I’m a fan of both.  Here are some beautiful trees…

IMG_6437And that wonderful sun was still trying to break through…

IMG_6435I turned down a few country roads…just because…  Wonder what critter walked under the barbed wire gate?

IMG_6443The ghost town of Ingalls in the snow…

IMG_6454Something about the tiny general store gets me…

IMG_6455Some unexpected views from the road…IMG_6458IMG_6459A landmark ruin…IMG_6427And black cattle on the white snow.IMG_6467That sun never broke through so the drive back home was cold and frosty, with fog at the end.  I did stop on the bridge to get a shot of the beauty of the Cimarron River.  IMG_6469What can I say?  Sometimes the dreariest days have their own beauty to lift your spirits…