It was a fine morning in Upper Turkeyfoot. On the first warm weekend of the year, the wildlife was mixing it up: crows mobbed an owl in the hollow, gunfire ripped through the valley, and up the road the revving of a gas-powered rake rattled our teeth as a neighbor cleaned gravel from his grass.
The red maples are blooming. As with all of nature, they're worth a closer look, and daily. You can watch the flowers open, pollinate, swell into keys. The leaves come later. First cup of coffee in hand, I looked hard this morning, knowing I would be in Baltimore by afternoon, eager to watch spring take hold of the landscape as we drove south.In Fells Point, cherry blossoms line the brick streets. In a few hours I had traded my duck shoes for sandals and was smelling the sea on the cool breeze off the Chesapeake, stuffing myself with mussels, and watching the wildlife mix it up, only with less combustion. Or is it that small explosions become white noise in the city?
In the spring in Charm City, however, people are, indeed, taking a closer look. Mostly at each other.
In the spring in Charm City, however, people are, indeed, taking a closer look. Mostly at each other.
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