I woke this morning to the sound of Mourning Doves chanting their calming mantra outside our cracked window. It was still, yet loud, the cacophony of country living. It is spring, and almost overnight every tree is budding, tiny leaves popping out of seemingly nowhere. The grass is a mat of vibrant green, and the birds and squirrels are suddenly moving hurriedly - racing by the window in a flurry of activity. It is time.
Love this! Beautifully written. Keep the kid pics coming!
Yes, you’ve captured spring in Iowa so well!