Signs of Spring

From my window this morning, I see rain washed earth. The sun breaks through the steel gray of clouds to reveal the beginnings of the day.

Horses neglect hay to munch on sweet new grass. Grass that brings the pasture from the lifeless brown of winter to the fresh green of spring.

Flower beds show brave tulips pushing up through the cool earth. In another corner, the thick leaves of the iris show they, too, are coming to life.

The dogs, all three of them, bask in warm sunshine. Suddenly they are on their feet and alert. A squirrel ventured into the yard. Legs pumping, they run at full speed to chase him away and out of their space.

Birds flt from tree to tree. They gather twigs and bits of hay & grass to start nests. Their calls to each other fill the air with song.

March winds blow softly in the morning air. Across the road, the flags unfurl. As the wind picks up, blowing harder, the flags snap & pop then whip back & forth. All at once, they stand straight out, almost as though at attention. Only the edges flutter. The stars, in stark contrast to the deep blue, seem to shine with an extra brightness in the sun. Red & white stripes from a hypnotizing pattern when they ripple in the breeze.

My window tells me spring is coming. In fact, I think it's already here. Every where I look, I see the brilliant colors and other signs of early spring.