"When the hard frosts of winter have abated and snow has melted away, I hear the chickadees announce, 'spring's here, spring's here'. The bark of woodland trees, both ancient and young, runs with new sap. The forest floor is pale yellow and green as the first grasses appear. Alone, and wandering under a cold, overcast sky I am hopeful. I know it's almost spring."

Suzanne Poursine Massion