So much to catch my eye -- pink blossoms against the clear blue sky . . .
Early light gilding the edge of the Dwarf Alberta spruce . . .
A neighbor's forsythia cascading over an old rock wall . . .
Clover, Silverbell's daughter, still in her winter coat. . .
In Burnsville, looking up at some trees, I noticed several large nests . . .
And several crows . . .
Then came the first night of Spring ... I don't really want to talk about it.