Eldest was right...some of us are more in touch with the earth and the changing cycles and seasons.
Friday was the first time this year, that I heard the sweet, soft sounds of spring. As I returned to my vehicle after dropping off the little guy, I heard birds singing in the small strand of cedars near Lady Abigail. I think that I did actually, physically stopped to listen as it was so very striking to me. I could pick out the usual chickadee-dee-dees and maybe a titmouse. I strained to decipher whether that was a robin or cardinal that I heard in the cacophony...still not sure, probably cardinal, too early for robins. The chirping had a quality to it that was different than the idle, mainstay winter calls....it was like, lilting...a lightness, a definitive change in tempo and rhyme.
I do tend to be more sensitive than the avg. and the ground, the earth...hmmm..it is like soft vibrations, distant pleasant rumblings, a very slow awakening....Distant, yes, quite far away but there when last week it wasn't. Change is in the air or rather, deeply under the ground :)
I Hear and Feel Spring Approaching
