Last night a whip-poor-will called from my roadside, and this morning a wood thrush pipes its first spring melody from the woods' edge. Sleek birds in new feathers skim around me and a meadowlark sings, "It's sweet to me. It's sweet to me." It is! It is!

Saute until golden: 4 T. butter, 1 large chopped onion and 4 oz. drained mushroom pieces. Add and heat thoroughly: 1 qt. green beans and 1/4 cup walnut pieces. Prepare a white sauce of: 2 T. butter, 2 T. flour, 1 1/2 cups milk and 1/2 t. salt. Add: 2 oz. pimento pieces and 4 oz. cheddar cheese shredded. Stir until melted. Pour over hot green bean mixture in a serving dish.

In bird nests, hearts have begun to beat inside egg shells, and owl and pigeon babies are already born to this world, and are half grown. Bunnies are stuffed into furry holes, and fox and coyote pups are playing in sunshine and moonlight, and feeling their first rain.
Redbuds filter through the woods, and shadowy dogwoods gleam like botanic pearls in an enchanted forest. Their delicate petals spill color everywhere.
I crawl around in my yard, sniffing the violets and thinking how lucky I am that the lawn mower broke and I have been given another week to enjoy my shaggy yard before it is mowed. But nature is on my side. Mowing keeps the dandelions going. They fly to a mowed lawn like moths to a flame. The wild finds a way.
During my morning walk, a zebra swallowtail flies from the field, circles me twice and then flutters down the lane. A vireo sings from a branch near my head.
In the woods, there are so many new birds and so many new leaves to hide the singers that it is like looking for needles in haystacks to spot the singers. But one bird comes out to show himself and carols a variety of bird songs. It is my favorite mimic, a brown thrasher.
This morning in its springtime-chilly coat.
Blue sky that revels in a passing cloud.
Tree tops that circle round the daybreak's throat.
Pushed from the north, a wind that whistles loud.
Larks flying from the open meadow grass.
One towhee singing from its locust tower.
Sweet violets nodding "morning' as I pass.
Gold dandelions that rival Midas' flower.
New masks, new birds, new blooms no eye has seen.
Joy of the sun that gives the new-life ray.
From my earth-spot my heart looks into green,
And takes upon itself the awesome chore
Of loving what has not been loved before.
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