Some springs are pink, with cherry trees, azaleas and redbud, and some are purple, with a carpet of violets across a pasture. This one has definitely been yellow. Near Doe Run there's a hillside covered with mustard, just glowing with yellow. The other day I pulled over and gaped in wonder, forgetting about pressing deadlines for a few minutes.
Hummingbirds have been at my feeder for a couple of weeks, the red-winged blackbirds are swooping over the pasture, and behind the light on my deck there's a beautifully constructed robin's nest, with three eggs in it. I'm checking on it daily.
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