By Maeve Webb
Spring is a time of rebirth, a time of rising from the melting snow like a mossy phoenix as the Northern Hemisphere begins to bloom with possibility again. Baby birds learn to sing in the trees and spread their wings for the first time. I love to hear the sound of crickets after a winter of just plain snow. For a small moment, I even welcome back the wasps as they zip through the sky again. Spring is a time for life, after all.