It's coming

There's lots of activity occurring outside. Insects are emerging from winters' cold as are snakes, turtles and salamanders. I hear frogs calling from the woods nearly all day and night now. And birds are flying to and fro with renewed purpose as they work on building nests while chattering and calling for mates. 

You hear it. You see it. You sense it. A cacophony of activity and joy. And the big green out has started.

New leaves emerge on a rose bush as it gets ready for flowers . . .

 

new buds on a tree branch . . .

a tiny daffodil flower. . .

 and a fragrant hyacinth . . .

a new small pad on a prickly pear cactus . . .

. . . and a bird nest from last year, a feat of engineering that's survived winters' rain, ice, snow and winds, cradled in tree branches waiting for new occupants and new life . . .

 . . . it's the biggest, boldest, burst-out of life of the year. 
Spring. 

March 20 7:03 a.m. EST.