Mar 09 2010
Believe the Robin
A Robin is hopping about my front yard, the temperature may reach 60 degrees, and the bare root roses were calling out to me at the home improvement store. Apparently, the Farmer’s Almanac has predicted we will get one more wallop of winter this month, but I cannot believe it.
The birds are building nests and moving back into their houses. Patches spends her time watching the bird house on the back porch as the little birds fly in and out. She looks at me pleadingly. “Let me out to hunt,” she implores with her eyes.” Those ones would be so easy to catch.”
The power company is brush cutting the hill behind my fence, and I begin to dream of what I could do with the cleared land. Thoughts of rototillers, wild flower seed, and the eradication of brambles and bamboo run through my head. I consider how nice it would be to use the back gate without incurring bodily harm after exiting.
It’s been a long, cold, and snowy winter and I am glad to see it go. Spring creates big dreams which are not yet held in check by cost, equipment, and laziness.
Spring is here and, as always, it brings hope with it.
