March 7th … an early Monday morning, a visitor we have not seen for some long months now is known by scent alone. Woodchuck is finally awake and tours his grounds.
March 12th …the morning chatter increases as the birds discuss what they will do next.from overhead in bare branched trees
March 14th … As a winter weary car can cope no longer, refusing to go on …
March 20th …By foot we travel… to the river that lays at the heart of our little town … where it was made to serve the mill … its waters have turned liquid now once again… with the same glassy reflections of years past, we look on with older eyes at those same waters.
We stop again by the river’s edge… where many spring rushes boasted that they would not be restrained to the river’s bank and have even made good on their threat when they could.
We are overjoyed to see her return and go off to see what we will find.
We too look on at spring’s steady and measured approach back to the earth …
March 24th …The robins return to the meadow and search in the warming earth for a good meal.
in this place between a frozen world and spring’s waking.