Perhaps the February snowstorms have made me yearn more than usual for spring this year, and thus made me more aware of the signs.
About a week ago, I started hearing the birds at sunrise in the woods behind the house.
And this morning, when I let the dog out for her morning ritual, I noticed that green things had started jumpin’ up from the snow covered ground in the front yard.
So to bed I returned to listen to nature’s glorious orchestra unfolding – seemingly in sequence by bird species – embarrassed by the fact that of the dozen or more birdsongs I heard, I could name just one: the screech of the bluejay!
No naturalist I!