The sweet soft green of new Spring buds on great oak trees surrounding our home are glowing brightly in the rays of morning sun. Last night was the first tornado warning of the year! Today Blue Jays, Robins, Wrens, and Doves are flying overhead and calling. The flowering quince is bursting with new green leaves...soon red flowers will appear. Rooster tails are growing long on the old oaks. The wind is whipping the long tree limbs which no longer look like skeletons but rather like slinder women adorned with new green dresses of Spring. One half expects Baccus to appear on his old donkey with sprites in new garments dancing all around as they prepare for their first Spring feast. The sky is powder blue and small, whispy clouds rush overhead as if pursued. A few winter birds are left in the trees, as if deciding whether it is truly safe to return to their northern summer homes. The local birds will gladly see them go so they don't have to share places with them on the feeder tables. The hectic pace of Spring's arrival is hastened by gusts of wind blowing from the north...or perhaps the north wind is holding off for one more round before he allows full Spring to come in.