The willow trees in our wetland are flowering already.
Earthworms are out, frogs are singing, birds returning.
Even the pollinators have arrived.
Even the pollinators have arrived.
A bumble bee followed me on my walk down the lane yesterday hoping I was I nectar-filled flower.
And though I don't know if I should believe my own eyes it appears the trees are budding out.
Just to be sure I hadn't overslept somehow I went inside to double check.
But the calendar still says March.
