It is the sweet smell of the maples, the grape hyacinth and tulips that draws me outside. My heart belongs to the woods of my younger days. They were full of maple and pine and beaver dams and quiet. You could sit and wait for the beavers to glide noiselessly through the ponds they created.
Spring came slowly to the stream deep in the woods. Ice sheets and burms dripped, dripped, dripped into a raging stream only to wash themselves away to a trickle or oatmeal mud as the summer marched in.
So, welcome Spring and the memories of springs long ago lived. Hello, the sap is running and the old wood lilacs are in bloom.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Spring!
Ahh the beauty of Spring whe the air is sweet and the outdoors welcomes in the new season.
As a Tree Hugger,
It is the sweet smell of the maples, the grape hyacinth and tulips that draws me outside. My heart belongs to the woods of my younger days. They were full of maple and pine and beaver dams and quiet. You could sit and wait for the beavers to glide noiselessly through the ponds they created.
Spring came slowly to the stream deep in the woods. Ice sheets and burms dripped, dripped, dripped into a raging stream only to wash themselves away to a trickle or oatmeal mud as the summer marched in.
So, welcome Spring and the memories of springs long ago lived. Hello, the sap is running and the old wood lilacs are in bloom.
It is the sweet smell of the maples, the grape hyacinth and tulips that draws me outside. My heart belongs to the woods of my younger days. They were full of maple and pine and beaver dams and quiet. You could sit and wait for the beavers to glide noiselessly through the ponds they created.
Spring came slowly to the stream deep in the woods. Ice sheets and burms dripped, dripped, dripped into a raging stream only to wash themselves away to a trickle or oatmeal mud as the summer marched in.
So, welcome Spring and the memories of springs long ago lived. Hello, the sap is running and the old wood lilacs are in bloom.
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