I keep a pussy willow right by my front door. It’s one of the earliest flowers to bloom here in Iowa.
It’s beginning. Slowly.
I saw some geese too. Geese have to make a real commitment that winter is over.
“One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of a March thaw, is the spring.
“A cardinal, whistling spring to a thaw but later finding himself mistaken, can retrieve his error by resuming his winter silence. A chipmunk, emerging for a sunbath but finding a blizzard, has only to go back to bed.
But a migrating goose, staking two hundred miles of black night on the chance of finding a hole in the lake, has no easy chance for retreat. His arrival carries the conviction of a prophet who has burned his bridges. ” ~Aldo Leopold