Somewhere out there it's spring today.
I first figured it out last week. I bike through Central Park at about 4:30am on my way to work. And for the first time since last autumn, I heard the birds singing and screeching in the dark.
This isn't scientific, mind you. But I figure if the birds are up early, they are either looking for love or looking for food.
It's that time of year.
The forsythia is exploding and crocuses, those brave soldiers of March, have broken through the crust of frozen earth and made a happy splash of purple and yellow.
A friend from Atlanta told me the pear trees are blooming. It's quite a sight. Lots of folks think they're peach trees but they're pears. And they smell funny.
About now, the red buds are blooming in east Texas, which means in another month the blue bonnets and Indian paint brush will come. And the birds will too.
By Harry Smith