Last Sunday, arriving for choir practice at the Old Meeting House, maples nearby held at least a hundred birds clamoring and clashing in their calls. More starlings and grackles than red-wings, and their very noise the harbinger of spring's arrival.

A hundred miles south, a sister reports the first robin.

And tonight a big snowstorm is supposed to engulf New England.

Ah, spring.

The gulls have reappeared along the Winooski River valley from their wintering areas on Lake Champlain. Are they expecting the farmers to be plowing already?

How closely our bodies are tied to the flush of spring, the rejuvenation of warming and lengthening days.

Listen. Listen. Listen. Listen.

Blessings,
Cherie