What a difference a week makes! The air smells like spring this morning – crisp and clean with a hint of warm sun. You know that smell, don’t you? I make my way down the driveway, just as the morning sun bids farewell to an almost full moon, still visible through the bare branches of the trees. Can you see it?
In the backyard the snow is receding from the edges by the fence. There are patches of exposed “winter” grass, yellow and matted. Hey, bluebirds – there is nesting material available! The buds on the cherry tree are beginning to take shape. In the coming weeks they will swell and burst forth into a glorious celebration of pink and white. Close your eyes and imagine.
A male cardinal is breakfasting at the feeder, filling his bright orange beak with sunflower seeds. His mate is close by, waiting. Sparrows, juncos, and chickadees join him for the feast. Listen – you can hear the calls of their feathered friends as the day begins.
The promise of spring surrounds me.
In the backyard the snow is receding from the edges by the fence. There are patches of exposed “winter” grass, yellow and matted. Hey, bluebirds – there is nesting material available! The buds on the cherry tree are beginning to take shape. In the coming weeks they will swell and burst forth into a glorious celebration of pink and white. Close your eyes and imagine.
A male cardinal is breakfasting at the feeder, filling his bright orange beak with sunflower seeds. His mate is close by, waiting. Sparrows, juncos, and chickadees join him for the feast. Listen – you can hear the calls of their feathered friends as the day begins.
The promise of spring surrounds me.
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