It’s spring, so, be here.
Listen
- to the melodious song of Foxie
- to the crackling of sunflower seeds as a Red Crossbill eats them directly from my hand
- to squeaking squirrels as they invade the bird feeders
- to distant chatter as more and more people walk up my street
Feel
- the morning heat on the back deck; a shared reading space
- the chill of lingering wintry days
- the prickles of old blossoms while pruning for the season
- the force of relentless wind
- the sliminess of suet as I refill the feeder
Notice
- how the flurry of activity in nature is magnified during the stillness when the wind ceases to blow
- the heads of seedlings emerging in their pots on the sill of the south-facing window in the sunroom
- the brightest of yellows as the colour of the male American Goldfinch returns
- the fancy footwork of a Fox Sparrow eating the orts on the ground
- the buds at the tip of our maple trees
- how the purple, yellow, and white crocuses planted nearest the house are in full bloom; while others on the lawn still refuse to brave the cold temperatures
- the sporadic return of Purple Finches
Smell
- the earthy soil and compost while repotting houseplants, finally having warm enough days to do it outside
- the ocean air as nicer days invite more coastal walks
- the sweetness and smokiness of boiling sap
Taste
- the variety of flavours from new recipes with an abundance of time to try them
- the new fruity ales from local breweries
- the first, second, and third batches of homemade maple syrup
Find
- how your own rejuvenation, rebirth, and renewal are also blossoming; tend to it, delicately
- aliveness - just from being outside
- geocaches! Anywhere! Everywhere!
- yourself.
It’s spring.
