And yesterday evening Toby and I saw our first flicker of the season.
Spring, even though it comes every year and is more or less predictable, still leaves us all excited as each "first" of the season comes along: first frog, first flower, first robin, first pussy willows, etc. I suspect this is an ancestral thing, when the people from hundreds, or even thousands of years ago greeted spring as another winter survived and the return of life all around. Sometimes it still feels this way.
Hooray! Hooray! You can't fool Mother Nature. She says it's Spring, and she means it. No matter what the thermometer says. And when the sap starts to rise in the trees, something rises in us as well. Happy Spring!
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