Here in the upper right-hand corner of the map of the United States, spring has barely sprung.
We are just barely seeing the grass, the woods still contain berms of snow and ice, and rivers are coming down from their high after the ice jams broke up in the last heavy rain.
Two weeks ago, I cheered the day I saw my first returning osprey. Today I put out the hummingbird feeder because the migration map shows two sightings in the past week. I will put away the winter boots, keeping the muck boots, leaving the sandals for a few more weeks.
Still, no wind, rain on the way, we welcome the beginning of the light to come.