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The woods were full of the chirping, bustling, singsong sounds of spring. Fletcher bounced along with his nose in the air, sniffing the just-burst buds of flowers and playing chase with butterflies. With his head spinning with sights and sounds... he tumbled happily down the hill into the sunny orchard.
~ from Fletcher and the Springtime Blossoms,
written by Julia Rawlinson
I love all the sensory images and action words that Rawlinson uses in this book, describing springtime in the woods.