Signs of spring

We know it is spring when the prairie crocus (my mother called them pasque flowers) start to bloom. They grow wild on the hills and buttes by our house. I love the delicate purple and bright yellow.
The farmer has started putting in his crops, wheat first and then the corn. One of my favorite things is to ride around with him in the tractor as he is seeding. The sky is big and blue, dotted with white clouds. There are hawks that hover and soar as he goes along, hoping for a mouse to dart out of the way of the tractor. How do they know?

The family practice physician who came in March to interview has said yes! I am so excited to see the next generation of physicians joining us. The surgeon who interviewed the first of March will decide this week if he will join us as well. Life unfolds a day at a time. I am used to waiting-for spring, for rain, for delicate beauty in wild places. Life is good!