Each spring the anticipation of something green, something new, something other-than-brown, fills my spirit. We begin our longer walks on Mom and Dad's road where the first meadowlarks apprise us of spring's arrival, although it may not feel like it when snow is still the forecast. While on our walks we search for signs of spring, signs of life, proof that it will not be winter forever!
New buds that will be leaves soon
There may be frogs in the creek.....
This is totally blurry, I cropped it so much, but it was cool to see how this bluebird was looking at us while flying.