Only in the spring does rhubarb surprise with its first wrinkled leaves. So many intricate folds. Up close they look like steep, forested mountain ranges with raging rivers gushing through narrow canyons.
Only in the spring do daffodils tickle dog noses.
Only in the spring is it time to bring the hoses out of winter storage.
After being stingy with their eggs all winter, in the spring the hens crowd nests by twos and threes. It doesn’t matter how many extra nests there are, they all have their favorites and would rather pack in together to lay eggs instead of using a spare nest.