Robins are tugging worms from soft ground. The breezes have
gone from being wind to being breezes again and now can be paired with the
modifiers gentle, soft, playful... The grass greens up and begins to
grow—almost overnight you begin to think about lawnmowers and tune ups and
refilling the gas can.
Crocuses have popped up in the yard at random intervals.
Years ago they were planted in large swaths bordering the flowerbeds, but the
workings of mole and vole and pesky chipmunks have thinned their ranks to no
more than a handful of plucky survivors acting as an advance party for the rest
of the garden, encouraging primrose and English daisy to follow suit, to leap
the edge of their retaining stones and flower freely in the grass.
Tree branches swell with bud, then burst into blossom or
leaf, unable to restrain themselves any longer. Robins wallow and splash in
puddles, enthusiastic hedonists of the bath.
The world is born anew in the spring, everything dresses up
in fresh green finery with a bedazzle of flower or blossom. It is a great time
to get outdoors and spend a little time with Mother Nature.
Spring, there is poetry in its very name.
Next week: Spring part
II
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