Even some sun, glaring off the still-white snow.
Green grass on the melting edges of the sidewalks.
Squirrels out of their nests and eating all my bird seed.
A party of birds--dove, sparrows, blackbirds--near the creek, singing their spring songs.
There was even the first robin!
The sound of moving water, melting or flowing through the creek.
Dog poop, long hidden in the snow.
Christmas decorations not removed before the Boxing Day blizzard.
One of the three bushes in front of our house.
Part of our little garden fence.
That spring smell.
My light jacket, not my heavy winter coat!
No, no, no!
ReplyDeleteThat Spring scent please, you 'smell' it has an odour.