My robin is marking his turf, calling while it is still dark.
The boreal chickadees and titmice are doing their thing.
The Carolina chickadees called for the first time this morning.
My grape hyacinths have come up along with my jonquils and star-of-bethlehem.
The hedges are starting to bud.
The forsythia has bloomed.
But the real thing I have been waiting for is when you wake up in the morning and open the window or the door,
and you get that first moist green aroma because plants are waking up and making oxygen.
And that happened today.
It's spring for real.
© Patricia Jo Heil, 2013-2018 All Rights Reserved
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