Signs of Spring

When I stepped outside this morning to retrieve the newspaper, a drizzly mist enveloped our house. But there, on the apex of our roof, appeared a robin. The first sign of spring! I am not a bird-lover, but the sight of robins in springtime is still so happily reassuring. Many of you have probably been experiencing the change of seasons already, but up here on our "mountain plateau," the snow sits stubbornly (sometimes until May). I was surprised to look out the kitchen windows early one morning last week to see daffodil bulbs peeking through the snow/ice. What resilient little beings! Every day during spring break I experienced the urge to do yardwork outside, but there's really not a whole lot I could do yet in the two-by-two-foot patch of bare earth. I am ready for the snow to be gone!