Spring seems to be moving ahead slowly, but out there most creatures are working as hard as teenagers at the mall on a Saturday night. There’s a lot of dressing up and dressing down, posturing, swishing, busting out, and dangling treats. And in the corners, an almost — but not quite — unseemly show of unfurling, throwing hair, and sticking, oozing, and seeping.
Working hard at maturing and getting ready to multiply. But hurry, hurry, the season is short.
I remember it well.