Springtime, it's here again, I hope.
Hues of drab brown and grays are slowly giving way to red buds then greens. The trees and shrubbery are not quite yet covered with leaves, but promising. Grass is starting to green and grow. All that seemed dead is returning to life. Daffodils, crocuses and hyacinths are poking their colorful heads out of the ground, in close pursuit, the tulip.
The robins have returned a few weeks ago; what a joy to listen to their song. If you listen near the wetlands you will hear the peepers announcing spring is here. The watchful eye will spy wild turkeys with the strutting toms displaying for coy hens.
See the Journal’s Saturday, April 23rd edition for full story.