When I got up this morning, I looked out my living room window to see what the weather was doing. On a branch of the little tree that grows there, sat a robin. First one I have seen this year. Spring is here. I am so ready for it. I want to see green lawns, green leaves and the first spring flowers.
I wonder if my kids remember going for a ride through the woods one spring on logging roads with Uncle Bruce and Aunt Etta. That was back when going for a ride on a Sunday afternoon was a popular activity. Before computers and video games and iPods and cell phones consumed our lives. Going for a ride meant piling into the car and driving wherever one felt like going, seeing whatever nature had provided for us to look at. This time, Uncle Bruce wanted to show the kids all of the beautiful May flowers that bloom in the north woods in the spring. I particularly remember the tiny purple violets among the tall pines, along with many other varieties of flowers. And the chokecherry trees in full bloom.
I'm not so sure that anyone but me will remember violets, but they might remember the two black bear cubs that wandered out onto the trail ahead of us. We watched them for a time while they explored the world that was new to them, and then they scampered off into the woods. The kids were young enough so that they wanted to get out of the car and go pet them, but Uncle Bruce said that their mama, although we never saw her, was close by, and she wouldn't be very happy to have anyone close to her cubs.
I think that sometime soon, after the river that is now busy flooding the walkway along it, goes back inside its banks, Jessie, Lily and I will have to go for a stroll along it and see if we can find some spring flowers.
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