Spring, the best time of the year in the Piedmont (and in all of South Carolina, actually) is upon us, calendar be damned. On my walk this morning the birds were in a frenzy of song. I'd like to share the experience with you:
My neighborhood is criscrossed with streams, all of which are running high after all the recent rains. They make beautiful music. Here's one of them, in a photo and a sound file:
