Spring is Springing

Finally, the hills have opened the paths to the sun -- I wondered. Birds were hinting for weeks, cheeping at the windows. Grass peeked above the snow in the field near our house. The garden perked up and asked for seed, competing with the birds.

There is a rumble of green and a tumble of creek water -- snow that melted from the last hilltop rushes off to seek adventure. It's noon on the day when clocks tune-up to Spring and the sky is blue.

I'll return with pictures to prove what I'm saying.