Are you noticing?
Here’s a bit from Henry David Thoreau’s Walden (1854, chapter 17):
The brooks sing carols and glees to the spring. The marsh hawk, sailing low over the meadow, is already seeking the first slimy life that awakes. The sinking sound of melting snow is heard in all the dells, and the ice dissolves apace in the ponds. The grass flames up on the hillsides . . .