This was the view from my deck. As you see, there are no leaves on our trees up here. In fact, the sexy blush of spring is not yet visible upon the branches. But what you do not see are the sounds of the approaching season in my neck of the woods. We have a new confused rooster in the hollow who announces his presence both at the crack of dawn and at sunset. The other birds are madly courting each other and raiding the stockpile of Harley's hair I set out on the forest floor last month. Other signs spring is near? I just witnessed Mister Man return from a bountiful forest forage, clutching a pine vol in his jaws. And, my Youngest left the house this morning wearing her favorite hoodie, shorts and flip flops.
See, all Earth's creatures feel the planet's tilt is finally in our favor.