Sunday, March 15, 2009

Spring Gratitude


The sap is headed sun-ward. At night - winter tries to pull it back.


I watched this fellow pruning sapsicles.





At first glance I thought he was gnawing on a bone, but naaah.



Is he cryn' ?


Yeah. Pretty sure that's a tear of gratitude.



Is that a happy tear on the robin's cheek, too. Alleluia. Spring at last.


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