This is what we wait on baited breath for.....
When the frogs begin their cacophony of sound
The kiss of warmth on the wind
The air is crisp, fresh, clean
It’s still early, the cottonwood buds are loosening up.
The sap is not quite running but it’s awakened by the warmth of the sun.
Very soon the air will be perfumed with flowers and breaking buds
Spring
