The woods are singing as the sun raises its arms, and it is a new song.
In the wetland, the tamaracks have fragile knobby green buds, a pair of swans drift on the water among the pale, sun-hungry waterlilies which are just starting to surface.
Overhead, a migrant bird sings an unfamiliar song, and behind it comes a burbling annual chorus that tells me the tree swallows are back, seeking nesting territory.
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