Since posting the last shot of Mario (Lanza -for those of you old enough to remember), I caught him in the act:
This, if nothing else, tells me that spring might eventually arrive. Not to mention that apple blossom about to bust open.
Driving along the dike road, I caught this Mallard coming in for a landing.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds, the ebb and flow of the tides, the folded bud ready for the spring. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.
― Rachel Carson