I don’t think that in all my winters, in all my springs, I’ve ever been so aware of the buds waiting on trees, on everything, and it seems as though every five minutes enough time might have passed, that a leaf could have appeared. It’s too early, and I know this, but it doesn’t stop me constantly looking out of the window at the small magnolia trees, their furred ends.
Thankful you’ll be writing about noise pollution. After 30+ years residing in one country locale it’s alarming the amount of noise that has invaded the area. I know how it affects me and wonder what it is doing to the wildlife.
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Carrot cake doesn't need disguising to be breakfast :D
Thankful you’ll be writing about noise pollution. After 30+ years residing in one country locale it’s alarming the amount of noise that has invaded the area. I know how it affects me and wonder what it is doing to the wildlife.