Spring, that is.
It seems we are being blessed with an early Spring and I couldn't be happier. The last two winter previous to this one have been so long and so brutal, that I wasn't ready to face it again.
This morning I ran up to Swords, and paused by the marsh. Even though it's still locked in ice, it is alive with sounds. Red winged blackbirds, geese, and the sound of the ice breaking and cracking filled the air.
Soon, with a rise in temperature, that same air will be filled with the sound of spring peepers.
I love early spring. Hope, anticipation and so many beautiful things to come.