It has been a long cold winter, and we are ready for springtime. The songs of the owls brought that home yesterday. I listened to them calling to each other across the woods and thought that new life in the old nest by the beaver pond was beginning, that the next singers would be Saw-whet Owls and the maple sugaring season was not far off, that it would not be long before I could ramble the fields again and there would be wildflowers everywhere.
Last year at this time, maple syrup operations in the highlands were in full swing, and the geese had returned. This year, we still have a way to go before those happy events occur, but we watch the clouds for flocks, and we scan treelines for fragrant smoke arising from sugar shacks. In March, hope takes on the shapes of singing geese and maple trees.
3 comments:
Sounds so magical :) Something wonderful to anticipate... Hope Spring comes for you soon... Christine
Yes, hope "SPRINGS" eternal! Or..at this time of the year..we are all eternally hoping for SPRING!! :)
Sturdy little pine or evergreen, peeping spring through the snow.
Anticipation.
Blessings.
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