This morning I awoke to the sound of waves crashing in Sleeping Bear Bay as a north wind blew in.  The sky is clear and deep blue, and the trees are swaying slightly in the breeze  as their tiny leaves have pushed about halfway out.  All around there is a golden green tint to trees, and the prairie grasses and forest floors are sporting darker green.  We’re hopeful that yesterday’s light rain will be enough to encourage some morel mushrooms to emerge.  In all, spring is finally emerging.  It got an early jump, then backed off, and now is more or less on it’s usual track.

Here is a view of the D.H. Day barns, with the greening pasture and trees.