The swallows return to Capistrano each spring and the sparrows return to Meadowsweet Cottage's roof. East along with her brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles, and cousins are back...pitter, clatter, pitter, pat...as of March Fifteenth.
Morning walks are accompanied by birdsong and sunlight (even with Daylight Savings).
Color has appeared on the hyacinth buds.
The red primrose is a little lazier than his pink friend, or perhaps is a bit more cautious while waiting for warmer temperatures.
Each day brings new delight.