I found further proof, thanks to today's balmy weather, that writing about birds is much easier when you can write with the windows open, bird song floating in on the gentle breeze. Spring!
However there is this caveat: Spring in mid-March (at least here in southeastern Ohio) is a teasing vixen. She'll let you glimpse her rapturous beauty and catch a whiff of her sweet perfume, but reach out for her expectantly and she'll slap your face with three days of sleet and snow.
She'll make you watch while she coats the daffodils in frost and forces the timberdoodles to forage in roadside ditches. She'll bruise your heart with her apparent cold-hearted cruelty, but that's just spring's natural way of making you truly thankful when she arrives for real.
And on that day, each year, I drop to the ground and roll around in the new green grass, trying my best to hug the entire Earth.
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Your blog entry sounds a lot like south-west lower Michigan. I'm sitting in my office (shh) and I can hear the birds singing. I am so ready for spring to stay.
You are one weird dude!
- said with loads of love and affection
Fresh snow falling this AM in southern ME, with the first Song Sparrows singing. Ah spring.
We've got the vixen here too. I hiked the Minnesota Arboretum last Friday, listening to robins in the bare branches, and thought we were blessed with an early spring. Last night, the rain turned to sleet to snow and today it feels like late January again. Our winter drags on...
We went from a 70 degree day last week to snow this week! Fickle is right!
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