It’s that time of year.
The crocuses are braving the relentlessly raw chill of Cape Cod springtime, pushing their way up, up, up through the sandy soil and pine needles.
You see robins everywhere! Their red breasts so bright and eye-catching that you can’t help but stop and stare as they warn you to “Kindly move along, please, move along, move along.”
The Canadas are gathering to discuss the usual goosely matters – the new nest, the high cost of living on the Cape, the affordability of sending 6 new kids to college.
And oh my yes! The ospreys are back, and it’s as if they never left.
Soaring in over the marsh, circling high in the sky, sending their cries out to announce their arrivals.
But no time for dilly dallying!
It’s time to find your mate…
Pick out a spot for the new nest, stake your claim, and get acquainted.
My heart feels at ease.
The marsh has welcomed our “fish hawks” to their summer home once again.
Their familiar spring rituals have begun.
After a long, quiet winter here on Cape Cod, they sure are a sight for sore eyes.
All is well, all is well. All is truly well.