With the sunrise, comes a new chorus of flutes from the deepening green wood; and then, what’s that?
Could it be?
My husband jumps out from under the covers and looks through the window to the outcropping of rocks off our back door.
He sees both parents and… One, two, three, FOUR!
A bonus baby this year!
And upon these notes we open the woods shower for the season, passing by their den on the stone path, and returning freshly showered, with bluet-petaled feet.