A week before Spring Break I see signs of spring popping out all over. Our front garden looks dry and brown except for those cheery orange crocuses coming up, and this morning we saw our first turkey vultures of the season returning from their winter homes in the south. It's a little early for turkey vultures, so the pair wheeling over our meadow this afternoon must be the vanguard of the massive flocks due to arrive in a week or two.
Sunshine lured me up the big horrible hill, a route that's been all but inaccessible for months because of snow, ice, rain, and mud. Recent rockfalls have revealed colorful new rocks, while the color has faded from the stop sign at the top of the hill. I slap that stop sign to mark the halfway point of my three-mile loop but it looks as if too sharp a slap would knock it over.
Back home a group of chickadees chatter in the big maple tree out front. They're not flashy like crocuses or majestic like vulture but I appreciate their constant reassuring chick-a-dee-dee-dee issuing from the trees through winter, summer, fall, and spring.
|My little chickadee|
|First of many|
|Obey that sign!|
|What makes those odd shapes in the rocks?|
|A great scene to come home to|