The red-winged blackbirds are back, in force. The osprey swings low and hovers over the wetlands; a pair of long-necked Canada geese poke their heads up from their hidden pond to look over the reeds; and the sun warms our faces.
The snow-melt is a musical background, falling inside the downspout and running off onto the soggy grass.
I see a daffodil's leaves, and the dormant dogwood has swollen buds.
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