The first hummingbird of the season spotted this afternoon as I sat on the porch swing.
The discovery of our resident toad, "Kermit the Fisher", hiding under a massive weed I was about to pull. I decided to let the weed stay.
Flower seeds I bought last fall finally planted and covered in dirt. I know that I'll start checking for fresh green shoots tomorrow. I always do that as soon as I plant something.
The birdsong mingling with the rich sunshine at the end of the day, the soft rays highlighting a little ladybug snoozing amongst the leaves on my spirea bush just beginning to blossom.
The world breathes a collective sigh and exhales into spring.