Spring Observations

Entering Centennial Woods in the first breath of Vermont’s spring was a refreshing change to the constant snow. It had been melted for a few days and the pine needles, hidden for so long by a thick layer of snow then slush, was soggy under my boots. In my plot, I saw a squirrel darting behind a tree, tempting out of his home by the warm weather. The moss was green around the base of the pines and sugar maple, and small buds were peeping out of the maple. I knew they would not survive the next frost, but the hints of new green life were exciting.

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