It’s the sort of morning that smells of spring and turns your thoughts to warmer breezes and tender green grass. The cover of snow that fell on the weekend will disappear. Buds on the verge of opening will swell in the sun’s meager heat. Thin sheets of ice will melt and free small streams from their frozen immurement. All Nature sings on mornings like this.
Image © Fred Jackson
March roared into Nova Scotia like a lion, and true to the old adage, it appears she’s going out like a lamb. We woke this morning to beautiful sunshine. Unlike recent dawns that hung low, grey and brooding in the eastern sky, today daybreak was bright with golden light and lively with the twitter of birds.