Spring Cometh!

Spring is in the air! I grabbed my camera, shoved my feet into my tromping boots, tucked my pant legs in and headed out.



The baby hawks are sloughing off their feather pant legs, preparing for their Summer soar.



'Shrooms grow large and plump on the sides fallen logs, soaked with Spring time rain.

Piles of old Fall leaves crunched beneath my feet having survived the mild Winter. I tromped and smiled...and smiled and tromped. Spring is coming and my heart skips with happiness!