New Growth in the Wild Wood

The birds are returning to the woods. I am serenaded by a variety of songs as I walk the paths deeper into the woods. I am watching the leaf buds on the trees pushing the last of the old leaves to the ground as they are swelling and ready for true spring to arrive.

The trees are whispering as the winds toss their branches, and it seems that they are telling me of the new directions, new dreams, fresh breezes making their way to the wild wood. This seems to be a time of waiting and anxious preparations, impatient for the coming seasons but unready or unwilling to change yet.