No, not the official first day of spring, which I failed to note here during my recent blogging hiatus, but spring as announced by the invariable signs we look for each year.
The warm sunny weather and a light breeze thawed the ice on the lake Saturday. We have our lively, sparkling lake back. What a joy to see the migrating ducks, mostly ringnecks, vacationing here for a while.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, the cranes have returned. We've seen bluebirds, a fat meadowlark, robins, and many redwing blackbirds. The male goldfinches are beginning to shed their dowdy winter feathers and reclaim their brilliant yellow sleekness.
Best of all, as far as I'm concerned, is that the frogs have emerged and are singing their little hearts out. Last Saturday we went for a walk and had no sooner started down the driveway than I heard chorus frogs. As we neared the old railroad bed that runs along a swampy area, the noise became downright raucous. Then on Monday night, returning home from a visit to our daughter, we heard spring peepers and wood frogs as well. With all the peeping, trilling, and clacking, it was almost deafening. But who can resist such exuberance? We had to put a screen in a bedroom window just so we could leave it open a crack to let in the beautiful frog songs.
It won't be long now and the wildflowers will begin to bloom. In the herb garden, the violets are up, and the perennial herbs are greening nicely. I worked out there for a few hours on Tuesday, and it was so good to be out in the sunshine, playing in the dirt and tidying things up.
I don't doubt we'll yet see some snow, but spring is truly here.
This is a sunrise I saw out my window recently. I hope you've seen some lovely springtime sights and listened for the sounds of spring as well.