I awoke last Sunday with a cold and decided it would be a lazy day. Since it was quite warm, we decided to take a relaxing stroll in nearby Gibson Woods. There wasn't too much to see, yet. Mostly browns and russets, with rare bits of green peeking through.
But, oh, the sounds! Spring peepers croaking and a woodpecker's rattatatat provided the bass line for the many chirping and calling birds. They were twittering with abandon as they enjoyed the weather. Providing rhythm to it all was a distant train clacking by.
Still, this unseasonable weather just feels wrong. 80 in March?
Our crocuses are blooming.
