Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love! Sitting Bull
Spring is the time of plans and projects. Leo Tolstoy
I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older. Virginia Woolf
On the first day of spring I saw the first two robins of the year on our acreage. Even though the ground was still frozen in many places, they were patiently pecking around in the ground looking for worms and grubs. The snow drifts were still large, but shrinking daily. The roads were sloppy and rutted, but passable if one took it slow where it was not too bad and fast through the soft parts. We began to see flocks of geese flying over from the south. (A favorite joke of mine when the kids were little: Have you ever wondered why one end of the V is longer than the other? There are more birds on that side.) The bird feeders have more activity around them, mostly with sparrows and finches, but I have noticed some nuthatches, grackles and mourning doves around us. The miscellaneous trees and shrubs almost all have huge buds but have not quite opened yet. The white willow trees that surround the acreage were the last to loose their leaves in autumn but the first to leaf out this spring. The fly’s and bees are slow moving on the cooler days but speed up on the warmer ones, and a couple of days ago I saw my first butterfly this year.
For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours. Pam Brown