Maine March...

For the past 5 days it has felt decidedly spring-like. The yard has been awash in mud, the air filled with the voices of birds we have not heard from since the leaves fell; red wing black birds gobble down food between blasting out their "Cheerie!" song at my feeders and though unseen, an Eastern Bluebird has been singing for a mate all week long. I've been reading gardening books and plotting this years crop. Then last night it snowed and the world was sugar frosted this morning. But still... it is more than the page on the calendar that promises spring. A tree full of robins eating dried fruit is another sign that a new season is coming, bright with promise. In the next few posts I'll show some other omens of spring.