A simple joyous ode to being alive
Hummingbirds, of at least the rufous species, have an wonderful mating flight pattern wherein they climb vertically to about 40 feet and then plunge into a diving arc, culminating in a joyous little burst of song as they end the dive, before repeating the process again and again.
The black cottonwood forms tiny leaves within its buds in the cold of winter, preserving them in a thick sap, thicker than maple syrup. When spring arrives, the buds open and the perfume of the sap wisps across the landscape. You can collect these buds, store them in an old mason jar and breathe in the spring all year long.
Plants you didn't know you owned (if you moved in to your home during the winter) suddenly arise out of the ground and proclaim their existence to you.
Seed potatoes push out their tendrils and shout out to be planted.
Robins are seen with their beaks full of straw (finding time between the worms) and you try to follow them with your eyes, wondering where the nest they are building is located.
The 100 year old rhododendron opens its buds, that have been swelling since winter, and its first pink flowers emerge, fully two months behind its neighboring camellias.
The oft-maligned dandelion is one of the most prolific plants on the planet, in part because they are capable of reproducing asexually. The leaves, and flower of the dandelion are all edible, high in vitamins A and C.
The bigleaf maple blooms before it big-leafs out.
Swordferns (and other ferns) are potentially immortal.
The first thing you learn when you research about how to prune grapes is to distinguish between cane and spur pruning. If your grapes haven't been pruned for years, you still don't know exactly what that means.
The elk herd begins to split up and spread out, and work its way up into the hills.
The front and back doors of the house may be left open concurrently, and you start thinking about freeing the old, painted-shut sash windows sills from their frames.
As you write, a yellow butterfly catches your eye outside the window, you look longer, and see a bumblebee working the afore-mentioned dandelions.
Water from the well tastes, perhaps, a tad sweeter, due to the plant perfume in the air.
You post your diary, and go outside to experience the spring, rather than simply write about it.