Ten things I like about spring
The sound, like ice cubes tinkling in a crystal goblet, when the ice is breaking up on the Minnesota lakes in the spring.
The noise of peepers croaking in a muddy, shallow pond.
The first pussy willows.
Crocus and grape hyacinth, daffodils blooming in the warm soil near my house.
Waterfalls running at full force.
Fifty degree, warm, misty mornings.
Fog.
The street sweeper making the rounds ridding us of the winter sand and debris.
Kids on bikes.
The first walk on the soft, fertile ground on paths through the woods.
The sound, like ice cubes tinkling in a crystal goblet, when the ice is breaking up on the Minnesota lakes in the spring.
The noise of peepers croaking in a muddy, shallow pond.
The first pussy willows.
Crocus and grape hyacinth, daffodils blooming in the warm soil near my house.
Waterfalls running at full force.
Fifty degree, warm, misty mornings.
Fog.
The street sweeper making the rounds ridding us of the winter sand and debris.
Kids on bikes.
The first walk on the soft, fertile ground on paths through the woods.
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