The hot sun was blaring down my neck as I trudged through the humidity and mud to make it to my blog spot. Arriving, I saw the barren landscape of my spot that was no longer covered in snow. Around me the only color was the year long needles of the pine and the few ferns growing on the ground. Searching I found no signs of budding on the trees or wildflowers growing on the ground. As I began to leave I heard bird songs through the trees reminding me that even though my spot is barren, spring will beset the area with life.