Signs of Spring

Today it rained.  The temperature was a balmy 59 degrees, briefly.  The breeze was warmer than I’ve felt in months and carried with it the aroma of warming earth and awakening plants.  Tonight I can hear the creek rushing in the woods.


Pussy-Willow Time

 That every footprint’s now a pool,
And every rut a river cool,
Are things light vernal hearts make nought of;
For mud time’s pussy-willow time
When tender-hearted bluebirds chime,
And unborn violets first are thought of.

–Robert Frost

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