The Awakening of Spring

Deep in the earth a slight rumble is heard. A trickle begins to run, a bird sits an extra minute on a branch, the breeze tugs at a tree. Seasons change in very minuet steps, so slowly that we don't even notice them. Last week the blue jays suddenly began a raucous noise behind the Holden garden. The raven who lived here all winter by himself suddenly has company as he sits high in the tree. The snow shows the tracks of Horseshoe rabbits, squirrels and mice that flit across the surface in search of food. On a walk yesterday, a friend and I followed the paw prints of a bob cat for a half mile or so. The cat liked the stability of the well trodden trail just as we did. Today, as I joined a couple on a walk to the avalanche, the prints of a bear suddenly loped down the hill and traveled our path for quite a long distance, finally meandering off toward the creek.

March may be throwing all she has at us this week; snow and temps below zero, but she won't win in her quest to squelch those of us who feel spring in the air.