Other than skunk cabbage I had seen little signs of spring. This morning, I took the dogs for a walk around the property. I was certain I would see at least one colts foot. No luck. I've heard a lot of birds, but missed seeing the odd bluebird that usually tips the hand that spring is near. Last week was a bit of a cheater since I got to hear my first spring peepers in Salisbury and saw my first red-wing blackbird.
When We got back to Ohio, I had to settle for leaves unfolding on a dogwood and sprouts of growth on the lilacs. It's not much, but it is a sign spring is near.
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