According to the calendar, it has been spring for quite some time now.
I imagine that sooner or later the weather will catch up to that
calendar.  Today’s post is just an assortment of old photos made in
spring to honor the season if and when that actually happens.

The grass is greener. Well, it will be when it ceases to be white from snow.

Green is in fact the color of spring.

Grass after a rain.

Smoky Mt. N.P. Tennessee/North Carolina has been one of my favorite
spots in spring.

The Mingo River in Missouri.

Near home. The Root River, Racine, County, Wisconsin

The blossoms of spring. There is nothing that celebrates the rebirth
that occurs in spring, like new wildflower blossoms popping up.

Desert Primrose, Utah

Phlox, Illinois.

Greek Valerian after a spring rain. Wisconsin

Wild Geraniums, one of my favorite flowers.

Flowering trees, Wisconsin.

Baby Red Foxes, Illinois.

The birds are back, Wisconsin.

Female Baltimore Oriole

Male Baltimore Oriole

Female Rose-breasted Grosbeak

Male Rose-breasted Grosbeak

Spring’s song. Male Eastern Meadowlark, Illinois

Spring is the “fastest” season for nature photographers. Literally
every day there are changes occurring. I used to have troubles
sleeping at night, as my mind was full of anticipation of the next
day’s images.

In nature, spring means life. It is a recommitment of sorts. It lets
us all know, that life does go on.

Enjoy the season and may God Bless,

Wayne