There is a sound, and if you listen carefully you can hear it. It is the sound of spring starting to happen. It is the sound of seed catalogues being delivered to mailboxes. It is the sound of delight, of gardeners dreaming, envisioning, and planning. It is the sound of bulbs pushing forth through the frozen soil, and the sap sluggishly moving in trees. It is the sound of clouds bringing spring rain moving across mountains, and valleys, turning from harsh winter snow, into gentle moisture. There are pencils scribbling, as gardens are being redesigned, wish lists are made, and seeds are being ordered. Computers are whirring, as garden blogs bloom, and cameras are coming out of hibernation. In some places the sound is louder, spring is well on it's way. In others it is barely a thought, not even yet a whisper. But it will continue to gather strength. When the last snow shovel is placed in the gardening shed, when the gardening gloves replace the mittens. You will hear it. It is spring, for all of us.
