Spring is my favorite time of year: winter is over, green things are starting to grow, and being outdoors isn’t quite so uncomfortable.

I couldn’t capture a picture of the turkey I saw (it saw me first) but I found a few snapshots of spring in the West Michigan woods.

Last year’s berries and flowers, worse for the wear. Sassafras and black raspberry lie dormant but are still striking in their bright green and purple hues.



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