Today I watched a dove in one of my flower beds as she pecked around in the dry leaves and tiny sticks trying to find just the right size. From all indications she was searching for nesting materials. Birds all over the neighborhood are chittering and carrying on, happy to be back in their nesting grounds, happy to see each other again after their long flights.
The ice is reluctantly melting, leaving in it's wake a muddy mess.
Even though it seems slow, I think spring is arriving. Diane