Waiting . . .

life_in_maine_waitingAfter a long winter, waiting for springs can be hard—waiting for the last of the snow to disappear, waiting for the trees to bud, waiting for the crocuses to break the ground. You notice the wildlife return first, birds mostly. But even the annual residents seem to be more visible, more active, as if the avian and mammalian world is cheering the flora on.

This is one of my favorite places on our land—a small grove of young trees that are pioneering a corner of a field we have. At dusk, the sun illuminates these tender trunks. Unlike the more established trees in our forest, these project a kind of optimism for the future. Click on the image for a larger view.