There are so many signs of spring. Today, five grabbed me and shook me, shouting ‘Look at us! We are spring!’
Crocus flowers have opened in all their purple and golden glory – bright splotches of color in the still brown gardens.
Today we heard the echoing laugh of the first loon.
The odor of a skunk passing by lingers in the air long after his body has disappeared from the neighborhood.
Wild leeks appear, bright green in the brown woods, their pungent flavor just perfect for potato soup.
Pussy willows bloom soft and fuzzy under my fingertips.
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