31 March finds me crouched over another scene of spring vigour in the Rhubarb patch. The weather is much improved, with warm sunshine and hardly any breeze - and the Mosquitoes think so too. They were coming up below the hand which held the canvas, near to the ground, and biting where I could not see them. The Starlings are boasting their skills of mimicry. I heard a Gray Tree Frog call four times, and I know it was a bird.
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