I heard them today. That chortling trilling murmuring that is at first so part of the background noise that you aren't even aware of it but just know you sense something . . . different, comforting, hopeful, alive. Then it builds a little and bursts into your consciousness: Cranes! Migrating! Many many of them, high above, sometimes too high to see, sometimes behind light clouds. But cranes! Sandhill cranes! It is, it must be . . . spring!
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mostly true . partly true . totally true . too true for comfort . as they happen . sometimes later . in no particular order . celebrations . commisserations . contemplations . mostly about the natural world and getting along in it
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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Awesome! I'm convinced. Spring his here. Skunk cabbage must be up by now.
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