The primitive call of the cranes, the cackle of the pheasant, the trill of the red-winged blackbirds. We stop in our tracks, hold our breath, and listen. Every time.
My morning tea made with maple sap instead of water. Heck, yeah.
Mud. Everywhere.
Enjoying meals outside because it's a balmy 44 F. Even if we have to sit on the ground because the picnic table isn't out yet.
And digging. Just because we can.
Lucky you! We have seen a few migrating species already but there is still 3 feet of snow on the ground.
Spring will always come. Even if it arrives later than usual. As your southern-scout at latitude 43.4 North, I’ll testify that it’s coming! Keep a look out.
My kiddos ate dinner outside last night. I just couldn’t get them in. We’re loving the warmer WI temperatures…finally.
I live on the Gulf Coast of northwest Florida. My teeth chatter when it’s 44 degrees!
Mine would in the summer or the fall, but spring up in these parts? Well, it’s almost flip-flop weather. 🙂
Yes!
What a gorgeous shot of the cranes. Pretty much my favorite things about spring, just saw two near the creek by our house and the sound in the morning brings such delight to the day.
Beautiful! The long winter sure makes impending spring even sweeter.
Oh how I love cranes. Especially in spring. They bring spring.
Lovely glimpse of your day! It was actually 55 here today and I celebrated by digging in my garden for awhile. It won’t be long before the black flies arrive so I want to get as much done before that happens.
Oh happy spring!