Soft thawing ground, rushing water, long days and chirping birds engorge my senses. Coals from a burn pile that was ignited nearly two weeks ago still puff smoke into the air. Heavy, slushy snow falls as the apple trees in the orchard bud and rhubarb burst their brilliant rose red sprouts into the spring air.  Spring on the north shore...

Osier Creek is flowing.  Robins and northbound geese are in the air. The snow shoe hare have begun to turn brown.  Our apple and cherry trees show their first blossoms.