|The trees are starting flower and the young tender leaves are starting to appear|
Awake, O wintry earth
Fling off your frozen sadness,
With sweetness, flowers bring mirth,
bright springtime's ancient gladness.
Once more, we sing the tale
through darkness sunlight spread,
To warm the winter's pale,
and tell that Death is dead
(JS Bach Canata 129)
Bach's words seem to describe so well the new life that spring brings. It seems like just a few weeks ago I was looking for the first trout lilies of the year and then all of sudden they were everywhere. This week, my wife and I were walking and we saw the first wake robins of the year (red trillium).
After work on friday, I spent a couple hours along a small woodland stream. The warm air had the bugs awakening from the long winter and the brook trout could be seen eagerly rising on several occasions in the tails of small pools along the stream.
A single dry fly was all that was needed to coax the local residents to the fly. Now that the warmer weather is here the larger brook trout and taking an interest in the dry fly. The forest floor was coming alive with wood anemone, dwarf ginseng, and fiddle head ferns and new life is beginning.