FF>SB>We are about to enter the forsythia stage here.  I mean in
  >SB>reality, not just in my dreams.
FF>SB>We are about two weeks from the whole riot of colors, I think.
FF>You're probably about right... we're nearly a month into it, down
  >here in the south.
Forsythias are in bloom.  We will enter the cherry tree stage next.
Grass is still nowhere near mowing height; and it still drops below
freezing at night.
We went out last night to the Civil War cemetery beside the Delaware
River, and looked at the comet through our field glasses.  We also
looked at the moon and Mars and the stars and the distant geese.  The
snow geese are congregating in our fields.  They are beautiful flying in
at sundown, and wandering around, later, in the darkness.
I think they're migrating to Canada, but who knows?  Maybe they're
planning on settling here for the summer.  We have plenty of marsh land
for them to build their nests in.  They probably should stay clear of
Salem Lake, however, because that's where the swans nest; and they're
nasty little creatures.
                               Sondra
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