You know we’re getting closer to Spring in Ohio when it’s 45 degrees outside and I’m pulling out the lawn chair to soak up the sun.
Yes, there may still be snow on the ground, but these spring rays are just begging for someone to soak them up. I will. 
In the past week, the bird song has increased steadily each morning. In addition to the usual chorus of black capped chickadees and cardinals, I’ve even begun hearing the red-winged blackbirds outside. This is surely a sign that Winter’s fingers are unfurling their grasp around Northeast Ohio.
With the warming days we’ve been out playing in the yard, and joyfully been exploring the process of tapping our maple trees. We do, after all, live in the heart of Ohio’s maple syrup kingdom.
These Light Footsteps 