Morning sun is shining. Warblers, tiny and bright, are flitting through the treetops. And the wooded island across from the cottage is carpeted yellow with invasive-but-pretty lesser celandine.
Practically every plant—vine or shrub or tree—is starting to show new green leaves.
A lovely spring day, even if a bit on the chilly side…and that's supposed to improve this afternoon by more than a dozen degrees. The turkey vulture preening and warming on a big sycamore limb which juts above the river certainly seems to be comfortable. While the robin singing from the doorside box elder sounds downright inspired.