I’m telling you, it is green green green out here.
Check out this deer by a farm near Washburn. She pauses long enough to check me out as I slow down to check her out. (Kinda like a meet or meat market bar encounter, huh?) She had run across the road ahead of me. I marked the spot where she crossed and looked up the hill. My slowdown at that point was concern enough for her to turn to look at me before she took off.
I have that impression on people, too. Take these two riders for example. They were headed north past Wilton when I pulled over on Highway 83, a divided highway to catch their images. They looked at me, then kept going.
And again, notice the green. Is it this green where you are this spring?