spring has always been such a meaningful season for me. rebirth. renewal. a fresh start and new beginning. the smells. the sounds. for me the new year begins not on january 1st, but on the first day of spring. spring is something you feel in your soul, somehow you just know it is here. it is not a date on the calendar......it does not matter who saw their shadow when.
every morning after everyone has gone to school and work i crawl back into bed for just a bit. the window is open. i pull the blanet up over me and just listen to the birds singing. breathe in the smell of dirt and grass and flowers. feel the chill in the air that seems to have an undercurrent of warmth to it.
max spotted this nest earlier this evening and crawled up in the tree to snap a quick picture of the new life stirring in the nest as their momma nervously chattered just above.
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