It’s March and I know some of you are already seeing signs of spring with crocus emerging out from under the remaining snow along with their cousins tulips and iris, maybe some forsythia flowers popping out of their buds. Alas there are others of us who are suffering from seasonal effective disorder after a long and continuing winter, teased by odd warm days preceeding the next storm. Here in Colorado winter doesn’t REALLY arrive until March. With the climate changing who knows but I’m dreaming of spring.
In Meditations of John Muir, Nature’s Temple his essay “All the Air is Music” he writes about the American Dipper ………
“The water ouzel, in his rocky home amid foaming waters. How romantic and beautiful is the life of this brave little singer in the wild mountain streams, building his round bossy nest of moss by the side of a rapid or fall, where it is sprinkled and kept fresh and green by the spray! No wonder he sings well, since all the air about him is music; every breath he draws is part of a song, and he gets his first music lessons before he is born; for the eggs vibrate in time with the tones of the waterfalls. Bird and stream are inseparable, songful and wild, gentle and strong; the bird ever in danger in the midst of the stream’s mad whirlpools, yet seemingly immortal. And so I might go on, writing words, words, words; but to what purpose? Go see him and love him and through him as through a window look into Nature’s warm heart.” _ John Muir
Spring is coming, I sooth myself, and when it arrives in your world, go find a running stream shedding its ice and listen for the song of a little grey bird. She will be coursing along the shoreline searching for the perfect dried blades of grass for a nest, perched preening on a river rock mid-stream or diving into the rapids hunting for a good meal. What better way to get out of the house! It’s been a long winter!
Tell us about your joys of spring! Thanks for reading!
Pronghorn Run 
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