Monday, March 19, 2012

Spring has sprung!

     Shhh...Do you hear it? There it is again...It's spring and it's calling...You can hear it in the wind. It's in the rushing of the dry, winter grass. It's in the hit or miss rain showers. It's in the dark of the storm cloud and the flash of lightning... It's in the robins in the backyard...It seems that the depression of a gray, wet winter is finally over...

    Some people hear it in the drone of a mower's blades or the constant buzz of a weedeater...Others hear it in the crack of a bat or the low, throaty rumble of a V-twin cruising down a back road...still others feel it in the swing of a driver on a long par 4...for others it's in the mounds of seed potatoes or in the spinach and early peas.

      But, for me it's in the thunder of a turkey's gobble as he hammers at the caw cawing of a crow. It's in the song of a blue bird darting in and out of an overgrown fence row. It's in the melody of a meadowlark in the high grass...Spring is in the explosion of redbuds and dogwoods...It's in the early morel mushrooms breaded and fried crisp. It's in the buds of the sugar maples and the light green fuzz on willow trees. It's in the vivid yellow of Easter Lillies along the stone foundation of a long gone homestead... It's in the clear, green, cold waters of an early season run of white bass up Laughery and Grant's...It's in the bend of a rod as a crappie makes her run...It's in the white of the bleached shed antler left behind by a wary old buck...It's in the red of an early season, sunburned neck after an afternoon on the creek...


     That is my spring...Time to shake off the gray and boredom of cabin fever and live again.