I always think of spring as the back and forth between winter and summer. A tug of war between the seasons. It seems that summer has the advantage now. We've finally broken free of colder temperatures. Several days in a row of blue skies and temps in the 70s. People are everywhere basking in the sun, young squirrels are racing up trees and along the telephone wires, leaves are starting to uncurl. Everywhere life is waking up.
It's been wonderful to open the windows and let the fresh air in. Time to make room for lots of walking; looking at the emerging leaves and the early flowers. I think my favorite part of all though is hearing the birds singing. I only know a few by sound, but the anonymous choir is lovely.
These are a few of the early sights of color and life returning to the north.
These are a few of the early sights of color and life returning to the north.
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