It begins with a warm wind late at night, sighing through the hemlock trees. . . .

It's springtime at last! As the sun rises slowly over a sleeping farm, small signs of spring begin to appear. From a roofline curtain of dripping icicles to newborn lambs nestled in a mound of sun-warmed hay to pale shoots of field grasses peeking up through melting snow, the magic of a new season is evoked in stirring detail.