6:30 this morning this is how it looked toward the back forty. The only place where you can see bare ground is the driveway. The difference is how it sounds. Spring is here, the birds know it, they are all singing their spring songs. The woodpeckers are all around rapping away at the dead trees. They have all returned from some warmer climate to sing spring in.
Bill doesn’t understand why I sleep with the window cracked open this time of year. I’m a very light sleeper and there is nothing that compares to having the birds sing me awake at dawn. As the sun is coming up their songs build to a crescendo. By the time it’s 10:00 they’ve settled into whatever they do for the day but there’s nothing like dawn in a quiet country meadow. When I was a kid I used to love to sleep in a tent out in the yard just so I could hear that. The sun would come up and heat up the canvas (yes, before nylon) with the birds singing away. I’d open the flap to see the dew rising over the grass and smell that sweet smell of morning. Then I would just sit and listen to the birds.
While there’s too much snow to sleep outdoors right now each morning you can walk out early and just be quiet and listen.