I've been watching the sun rise and set at vastly different degrees each passing day. I love this time of year in Alaska when every day we're thrown another whole handful of daylight minutes.
I've been smelling fresh spring air through the windows or out on the porch and listening to the changing melody of the winter-hardy chickadees as they no longer have to spend the short hours of daylight fighting to survive and they can now bask in warm sun and an array of food options.
On that note, I've been observing the insects come alive, hanging out on the sunny sides of the deck above us or crawling on the window screens, learning to use their wings and freedom.
I've been watching the pussy willows bud, sprout, and go to seed, every day at the same time illuminated in beautiful backlight from the sun.