Signs of Spring

There is hope that spring is really coming to the mountains of western Maine.  The spillway between the pond and the lake is flowing rapidly.  There are small pools of water at the edge of the pond.  The grass is still dormant, but Phil the Goose has returned from wherever it is he (or she) has spent the colder months.  We worried about Phil because he was the last goose to leave these parts as the lake froze up.  He mooches off the kids at the school and the people who come to our church.  Last fall he came right up to the door of the undercroft looking for a handout.  In addition to Phil there are flocks of birds of all sorts returning and looking for food on the lawn and flying up into the trees when Izzie gets out of the car.  I need to get out my field guide or ask the many "birders" in the congregation what they are.

This Good Friday morning I'm feeling a bit fragile.  So much to do and so little time left.