It’s not here yet, but unmistakable signs of spring have hit Seattle. Not every day, but some days. Parts of days.
Sunshine. Blue skies.
Herons tidying up their old nests and moving back in to raise their younguns.
Flowers and trees coming into bloom, or forming big buds.
Join me virtually on our walk at the Ballard Locks as we discover the uplifting hints of spring.
It’s getting to be a time of juvenile silliness, when students grow restless, looking out the window and longing to be outdoors. I’ll leave you with a “poem” they wrote on the blackboard back in my own youthful spring so long ago:
Spring has sprung
The grass is green
The bird is on the wing–
No, that’s absurd!
The wing is on the bird.