Pinch me. It’s the first day of spring and it feels like spring. Actually, it even whiffs of summer. The last few days have been hot, with no leaves on the trees to shade us. The grass is brown and littered with twigs from winter winds. The last patch of ice on the pond melted yesterday.
The pair of wood ducks that swim on our pond every year arrived yesterday. Now I’m anxiously awaiting the chirping song of the spring peepers in the evening hours.
Seed packets await me on the table. Maybe tonight? Peas. Beets. Spinach.
Green shoots poke through the garden beds, promising spring flowers a month ahead of their normal schedule. Maple sugar makers are closing up their sugar houses after one of the earliest seasons on record. Last year we had, not inches—but feet, of snow on the ground at this time. We feel like we’re getting away with something. My daughter skipped off to school in shorts today.
Wherever you are, I hope you glimpse a bit of spring today—a robin, a petal, a ripple on water. Welcome spring.