Wednesday, April 3, 2013

The Fidgety Naturalist


Spring is the quintessential season of change. Shouldn’t I feel the sap rising in my veins? True, spring transforms flora and fauna, but it is also a time of stasis. Leaves burst through the ground, but the plants rest before blooming. Hatchlings will appear soon, but the eagles still incubate. Days are longer, but nights are cool. Some daytime temperatures are in the 60s while others are in the 30s. Every winter I remember spring as the season of drama it is, but this early we’re only on the cusp of change. Many people revel in the promise as much as the actuality, but I’m antsy to see flowers in the yard and hatchlings in the nest.

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