That spring is coming. Middle of last week a cardinal proclaimed this event from the top of a large pin oak in the hedgerow to the West of my home. Today I heard a buebird singing-"spring is coming." I looked in the direction the music was coming from and saw him sitting on top of a bird house. Just as I looked, his mate popped out of the house and away they flew. House shopping has started. This is spring # 70 for me. Each one is sweeter than the last.