The first signs of spring are finally showing themselves. When I am out walking I see Cordelia's little hand reaching out for buds on nearly bursting branches. I let her feel the fuzzy new growth, a running commentary that someday she will understand. Bumblebee is burying her nose in the clumps of new grass, dizzy with the heady scent. Then, of course, she bolts off as though there was a shot of caffeine at the bottom of the bush or grass clump.
The days are longer and sometimes warmer, though we are in Wyoming. No doubt about it, spring is finally here.