Heading out this morning to do the beginning of the spring cleanup, I was instantly elated by the signs of spring. The first Eastern Phoebe was heard calling. The woodpeckers were drumming their mating tune. The wind has sifted, bring a touch of warm, southern air.
And the crocuses were blooming in the beds that are snow free. It's amazing that such a tiny flower is the first one to stick its head up from the recently thawed soil. But a welcome sight they are. Spring is here, for sure.