The frogs and salamanders are hopping and slithering across the road in the first spring rain, heading to their vernal pools.

The geese are flying over Sodom Pond looking for a place to nest and raise their young.

The cardinal in my village sings insistently hoping to attract the perfect mate.

The pussy willows are out, soft and gray in the morning mist.

It’s mud season now, the road ruts so deep a car could sink in up to its chassis and they do.

The sap has risen in the maple trees. A bonanza maple sugaring season is almost over, the last “frog run” about to happen any day now.

Alas, I spied a baby woodchuck in my yard emerging from its burrow to nibble on the first spring greens. (Cute but not in my garden if you please.)

Spring has most certainly sprung!

And I couldn’t resist one last MAM post on one of my very favorite holidays. (Click on an image to see a larger version.)

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!