Spring?

Yesterday, it felt like we lived in a snow globe all morning. Big flakes whirled around and drifted reluctantly to the patches of mud and color-starved grass that were emerging from the past weeks’ snow cover. It was just enough to restore a thin blanket over the ground.

Then, in the afternoon, the maple out front was suddenly filled with robins. They sat and hopped and clucked and fluttered to the holly to eat berries and generally reassured us that spring is around the corner.

As a child, the first robin was always the harbinger of spring. Some things you never outgrow.