About 25 years ago we planted daffodil bulbs on the south side of our house where they would bloom the earliest. We enjoyed the bright yellow blooms in April for years. But 10 years ago, we decided to have a
This week Spring took up its baton, tapped the musical score for attention and brought the full orchestra to life in a rousing and rising crescendo. The mornings and evenings were already building the past two weeks. The string
Last evening Michelle and I went in search of swans. These last weeks of March and first weeks of April are typically the time when the trumpeter swans use the farm fields in northeastern Wisconsin, flooded by melting snow, as
I remember the year distinctly – 1998. I remember the day distinctly – it was the morning of November 5th. What I remember most was the “not thrilled” look on my wife’s face. The look started at the same time
In the Balance March had pushed itself into late February. The little snow that had fallen was dry and powdery so what was still on the ground had seemed to evaporate more than melt during a week of springish days
