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Date: Fri 28-Mar-1997

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Date: Fri 28-Mar-1997

Publication: Bee

Author: DOTTIE

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Searching Out Signs of Our Reluctant Spring

Pussy willows are just beginning to pop in Hawleyville.

Looks good, smells terrible: Skunk cabbage grows in the woods behind Budd

Drive.

The ice is melting along Deep Brook.

Snowdrops blooming along Boggs Hill Road show tiny white blossoms.

By July, these day lily shoots near Elm Drive will be showing off their orange

flowers.

It's time to spring clean the bluebird house.

Photos by Dottie Evans

B Y D OROTHY E VANS

Ahh, Spring in New England... that perverse, cantankerous season we've come to

know and love... when we awaken March 20 full of hope.

Yes! we say. It's definitely brighter outside today than it was yesterday. The

days are getting longer and the sun seems stronger - unless, of course, it's

raining. Or snowing.

Time to move those African violets back from the south-facing kitchen window,

or their leaves will get burned.

Time to let out the cat. Lately, she wants to be out more than in, we've

noticed. Prepare to wipe her muddy paw prints off the kitchen counter.

Time to fence the perennial garden. The spaniel is in a frenzy to be digging

in the iris bed, searching out those moles that have started moving

underground. That means more mud - spaniel tracks on the carpets and floors.

When we head out for the morning paper at 6:30 am, the sun is well up. We're

greeted by exuberant bird song, mostly from the cardinals and song sparrows

who've been practicing since the end of February.

It must be spring.

So where's the part we're really waiting for? The blooming daffodils, balmy

breezes, nesting bluebirds and sitting outside in our back yards, drinking our

morning coffee with the warm sun on our backs?

It's coming. And May will see the fulfillment of that promise.

Meanwhile, if it's proof we need, we must hunker down and look for it in the

debris of last year's leaves. Search out a sunny corner of the garden, walk in

the woods, be willing to get our feet wet. Open our windows and listen for the

peepers.

Yes, Spring is here, but it's still only March and we've got to go looking for

it.

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