On our daily walks, I try to focus on the positive (ignoring the cold wind) by studying the subtle colors and textures of tree bark as well as seed heads of wildflowers.
From the rousing, quirky sounds and silhouetted flight of woodcocks in the late winter dusk to the melodious phrases and amusing spectacle of speed-walking robins on sunny, just-raked garden beds, the activities of seasonal arrivals have tuned our response to the swelling spring.