Early spring always brings hope. For those of us with a keen eye for the outdoors, it can be overwhelming when it floods our senses with new growth. Maybe it’s the contrast to the gloomy drabness of winter that gives spring all the attention; it seems everyone welcomes its emergence from the fingers of winter. The flowering and budding of trees give promise of things to come. Even the floor of the Mojave Desert turns remarkably green in the early spring, followed by its own unique color bouquet. Songbirds, found even in our most urban environs, start whistling and tweeting before the sunrise, and sometimes throughout the night, perhaps as part of their intense mating and nesting ritual. All sorts of new life begins to pop. I have even noticed a bumper crop of baby fence lizards sunning themselves on my backyard stone planter, while butterflies and bees flit about overhead. And of course, there are those spring-spawning rainbow trout, hungry from the cold of winter and in need of beefing up for their own mating ceremonies. There’s an energy in springtime, a natural force that can’t be denied and is the fuel that feeds our belief that all things old, or even seemingly dead, can be renewed again.
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