hello spring.

winter still squats on these last feathers of March.  looks like April might feel the burden, too.  further south, the birches are swolen red. no buds yet. soon, it's goodbye to all this empty-limbed freedom, and spring will send us something new light upon.


  1. spring has washed in here on an ocean of warm wind currents . . . at night they hide in the woods where it is much quieter and cooler. then the birds draw them out at about 5:00. steven

  2. mmm, I'm ready for colorful spring migrants!


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