Just yesterday, the alder catkins were tight brown clusters; today they're opening, revealing their inner green to the world. It may still be winter, but right now, spring seems to be everywhere... the whole world is showing its inner green. Yesterday... yesterday was one of those days when being outside, it seemed like it could cure anything. Like it would have been impossible not to be invigorated, inspired, uplifted out there. There were chorus frogs chorusing, the first time this spring I'd heard that song, interrupted by the distinct call of sandhill cranes. And not from high above my head... cranes were calling from ground level, as though they've come back, settled in. Even the prairie itself seemed to be ready to burst... below, an area that was burned in the fall has a faint green tinge to it. Just a little color, peeking through, beneath the brown, telling us it won't be long now. (Speaking of long... like my shadow?)
Also... last night's rain brought worms out from the saturated soil. (I know, this one's dead, but t had to be alive to come out, right?)
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