There aren’t many more reliable signs of spring than buds and geese.
Already, ski season seems like a distant memory, even though we were skiing less then three weeks ago. In that time, the snowpack from “The storm of a lifetime” receded gracefully.
Mud season has been more than tolerable. Sunshine and wind has kept the quagmire that was the driveway passable. Mostly all the ruts have eased back into the surface.
Plenty of raking to be done, limbs to be cleared, grass soon to be mown.
Breath is already missing the sharp sensation of single degree air in the lungs. Bared limbs have already basked in sunshine that will soon be strong enough to be felt in bones.
As the seasons change, so do our favorite sensations.