Spring auras

Crossing the frozen tundra

Crossing the frozen tundra

When the groundhog casts his shadow
And the small birds sing
And the pussywillows happen
And the sun shines warm
And when the peepers peep
Then it is Spring

~ Margaret Wise Brown

You would never know it from the feel and look of the place, but spring is out there.  The earth is quickening, the plants are stirring, and the wildlife seems to have sensed that change is coming. Read the rest of this entry »