Spring is sprung, the grass is rizz, I wonder where the birdies is?
 

Actually we still have a couple of feet of snow in the forest, but now it gets to be a few degrees above freezing in the daytime, the stream is running fast, and it feels like spring.

There were seven deer behind the barn yesterday, sniffing out where the garden is under the snow. Everybody thinks the deer are so beautiful, and of course they are beautiful, but they are also like Very Big Bunny Rabbits, who come back in the summer to eat my cabbages. I tell them, “Go have lunch in the forest like anybody else.”

The other sign of spring is that the beautiful women in Montreal take off a few layers of winter clothing. (Oops, was I not supposed to say that?)

Anybody else got spring?

There’s only one per year, and as you get older, they come and go faster. I think that has something to do with Albert Einstein, but I’m not sure what. The relativity of something or other?

Anyway, the raccoons are back in the barn again, and this means war.

'Scuse me for butting in on this thread but my Dad used to say that "Spring is sprung" saying all the time but he ended it with "I wonder where them dasies is?". :D Just made me think of him.....and that always bring a smile to my face. :) He passed away in 2005 but I still think of him every day.

Spring has sprung here in Georgia and my allergies are letting me know that stuff is blooming! :rolleyes: But I love this time of year. Wish it could last a little longer but the scorching temps of Summer are on their way.

Had seven deer in my garden at first light this morning. It only got down to 32 degrees last nite and the ground is dry most places (til it rains tomorrow) will try to get some tilling done. Fava beans are starting to pop thru. God is good.

Today it feels like Spring here in CT. Sun is bright, not too windy, birds are singing and temps in the 50's! We just got back from our 3 mile walk, it felt wonderful. I can't power walk anymore, but that is ok...left, right, left, I keep moving forward.

Reaching into air
Touching clouds floating above
Feet firmly grounded

Spring Sproinging
 

In Northern Calif we call our beautiful/detested deer "rats on stilts". They now think nothing of marching up the stairs to our porch and taking out roses, geraniums, canna lilies, etc. But not til summer. And since it's barely spring, here's a Jim Harrison poem on the subject

SPRING
by Jim Harrison
Something new in the air today, perhaps the struggle of the bud
to become a leaf. Nearly two weeks late it invaded the air but
then what is two weeks to life herself? On a cool night there is
a break from the struggle of becoming. I suppose that's why we
sleep. In a childhood story they spoke of the land of enchant-
ment." We crawl to it, we short-lived mammals, not realizing that
we are already there. To the gods the moon is the entire moon
but to us it changes second by second because we are always fish
in the belly of the whale of earth. We are encased and can't stray
from the house of our bodies. I could say that we are released,
but I don't know, in our private night when our souls explode
into a billion fragments then calmly re-gather in a black pool in
the forest, far from the cage of flesh, the unremitting "I." This was
a dream and in dreams we are forever alone walking the ghost
road beyond our lives. Of late I see waking as another chance at
spring.[/FONT]

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Feels like Spring in the Seattle area this weekend; sunny, 70 degrees, cherry trees in bloom ... As for the birdies ... they are singing their hearts out! I went for a walk this afternoon and heard a new call ... I wish I had the knowledge to identify a bird song .... I only know a few, and this one was unfamiliar - but beautiful!

Cheers!