Spring Forward

Spring arrives daily in dribs and drabs. We were in Connecticut last week and the crocus and daffodils were abloom. Essex is a lovely historic town and lunch in Old Lyme at the Old Lyme Inn was lovely, leisurely and the French fries couldn't be beat.

In my garden the bulbs are all poking out of the ground, but some rain, scheduled to arrive today but so far a no show, is needed.

On one of our walks, we went by a pond. When I looked on the Google map, there was a second pond behind the first, not visible from the road. Hmmm. Where there are two ponds, there just has to be a path, and sure enough there was, hard to see at first but finally quite obvious. A footbridge crossed the inlet where water from the hidden pond ran into the visible pond. We walked through the woods and the only trash was a couple of cigarette butts, which in this area is nothing short of a miracle. The count of geese and ducks was the same as before, and I guess they are here for the season. Looks like good nesting sites abound. Of course I worry about turtles in the pond eating the baby ducks, but then one has to worry about something. We followed the path, and eventually it took us to a place we recognized. Late in the day and one doesn't like to be lost in the woods.

The spring peepers have begun their annual chorus, and the house finches are back and the chipmunks are out of hibernation. The cardinal has returned to last year's territory.
Sometime's one hears a snatch of song that brings a past spring rushing back with all its sweetness and sorrow.

No news on the agent front. I will have to email again on Monday. The delay does not seem to bode well. Onward.

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