March 1st and I really want to start seeds…but I haven’t yet.

At first glance, our road does not look very spring-like.

But the kapok falls off the cattails.

The buds swell on the poplars.

The river opens and welcomes rafts of geese, ducks and swans.

The frogs explode from the mud, leaving tiny craters.

Michael makes hot crossed buns, which we share with neighbors and friends.

The Grands say “cheers” to longer days and time to play.