Springing into Spring

Trumpet fanfare!

I saw my first robin of Spring yesterday.

I am having a hard time shaking the feeling that we ought to have had a more significant winter with some decent snow to play in. But there’s only so long I can sit around in denial. There are flowers in that photo. The grass is greener. Forsythia is in bloom around the neighborhood.

As if to cement the turnover of seasons, Clarksville Commons is back this Saturday with their annual Farmers Market Spring Preview Event.

It’s from 10 am - 2 pm. Go to the event page to see what vendors will be on hand. The weather predictions are for a high of 71 but a 60 per cent chance of showers. With any luck, any showers will not fall between 10-2.

Elsewhere on April 1st is a workshop on Ukrainian Egg Dyeing.

The Community Ecology Institute is hosting this hands-on session from 11 - 12:30. The instructor is a friend of mine and I actually learned the pysanki egg decorating technique from her some years back. It’s fun! You don’t have to be a professional artist to get the hang of it. Visit the event page for more infornation and to register for a ticket.

Later in the day you can participate in a poetry picnic at the Miller Branch Library in Ellicott City, hosted by HoCoPoLitSo.

The Poetry Picnic will take place in the Enchanted Garden at the Miller Branch of the Howard County Library System, 3:30-5:30 p.m., April 1st. While poetry is the picnic, light refreshments will be served.

"Community members of all ages will be able to write their own poetry, read the works of famous poets, and participate in an open mic!"

Not inclined to read your own work, or grab a favorite poem from one of the greats, well then, just come have a listen. All are welcome. Let's let poetry do what poetry does, lift all our hearts as we steep in being human.

Lastly, Manor Hill Farm is hosting a visit from Gentle Giants Draft Horse Rescue from 12-7.

To learn more about the event: Gentle Giants at Manor Hill.

Clearly we’ve got some great ways to spring into Spring this weekend. Have any others to add? Tell me:

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