Subtle changes are here overnight. The wisteria's branches are still bare but covered with fat buds wanting to burst into all their purple splendor.
Where ever I look they are all ganging up to make the best of spring. In the wild garden Hovea has put on a purple show with its small pea flowers. Birds are busy gathering dry sticks and grasses to build their temporary shelters to rear their young ones.
Tiny frogs well hidden in foliage are simultaneously calling and answering, " are you free"?
Spring in my area is short but very sweet.
Lines Written In Early Spring by William Wordsworth
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:--
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
William Wordsworth 7.April 1770 - 23.4.1850 was a romantic at heart. He was born in spring and died in spring.