But the robins and red-winged blackbirds are outside my door singing, and as I came home last night, I passed the creek and heard the spring peepers. That was music to my ears and a sure sign that we are truly in springtime. I noticed yesterday that the forsythia was already starting to flower.
Because we are in the mountains we actually get to enjoy a stretching of the seasons in a sense. We are at a high enough elevation to have a ten degree difference from the valleys below, which is lovely in the summertime, but a real chiller in the winter. There is even a drop in elevation between our house and the town center, 8 miles away.
That means that in the spring I can drive into Christiansburg and see the trees with their white blossoms lining the main street. And a week later, the same varieties of trees and flowers start blooming in Floyd. A week after that, the same thing happens here at our place. So we get a triple treat on seasonal changes.