Young Fletcher has made it through the winter, and so has the anxiety that marked his debut (Fletcher and the Falling Leaves, 2007). When the little fox, on a walk through the orchard, sees “snowy flakes” dancing in the springtime breeze, he panics: “It will be too cold for the buds and butterflies. There’s no time to lose.” In cumulative turn, he alerts the birds, Porcupine, Squirrel and the rabbits—who discover the blossom-carpeted orchard floor. “Those are blossoms, not snow, you foolish fox!” Not to worry: They’re good fun to play with, and the friends make the most of the opportunity. Beeke’s sun-dappled paintings glory in the hues and textures of spring, giving the lie to Fletcher’s concerns with every page turn. (Picture book. 3-6)
