It's a day of some consequence for us -- cause for seasonal celebration, even -- when the springtime weather warms enough so that we can open our windows for the first time and invite the outside in.
On that Window Opening Day, we can smell spring, and of course hear it too. The frogs in a nearby pond are singing their little green heads off, and, some distance from us, a neighbor has a cow, and we can hear her moo contentedly, probably happy with the abundance of lush spring grass.
The ornamental plum tree in our back yard is over-the-top beautiful with blooms, and I photographed it from inside the house through curtains, and outside, through some Tibetan prayer flags.
If we could record the soundtrack of this season , we'd be fine to hear it play, over and over.
