How welcoming the warm air felt, renewing one's spirit.
Neighbors walked their dogs, birds fluttered back and forth busily fluffing their nests.
I hummed along to the wonderful Irish music of Colm Mac Con Iomaire.
The Vinca is blooming despite frost-laden nights.
Spring is in the air !
A print of a vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower expected everywhere ..."