I have seen rabbits running and chasing,
heard honking geese flying high over
ever melting piles of sand laden snow.
March flowers, left in Victoria, are
replaced by barely budding trees
and softening ice on Regina’s lake.
A tiny flick and a spot of bright red
from above, caught my eye.
A fluffy bit of Regina spring ~
a new red squirrel, alert and bright of eye!
“Spring was moving in the air and in the earth below and around him.”
~ Kenneth Grahame
(British author of The Wind in the Willows)
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