While we were in Houston, spring tried to come to this place. I'm not convinced just yet that it's really here, though.
Native grass is up and green, and birds are warbling out in the timber.
The pear tree behind the house has bloomed and is putting on fresh leaves. Butterflies are flocking to the yellow jasmine blossoms on the trellis west of the house. Since we got here, six huge flights of wild geese have come over, honking and flapping straight north. The redbud tree up by the front gate has bloomed, and buds on the blackjack oak in the front yard are swelling. Even so, I'm still doubtful.