Pam Webb

And then came along spring…

It’s not official, at least according to the calendar, yet I would say spring has arrived. I know the calendar says it starts March 20th but this year, in my neck of the woods, spring is here. How can I state this with such confidence? Easy. I spotted a robin yesterday and they are in full force today cheerupping and chuckling their arrival.

Plus, three days of rain pretty much eradicated the latent snowfall of February and the temperature is reaching towards 52 degrees. Last week I was breaking ice in the birdbath and stoking up the fire in the stove, today I was sitting outside without a coat enjoying my morning smoothie. Seasons are not subtle where I reside.

I didn’t get much done today because I spent as much time as possible parked in my Adirondack chair which I pulled out from storage yesterday. Once the temps hit the forties I’m outside. After gray skies, dumps of sun, then dumps of rain I feel it’s so very wrong not to be outside enjoying this gift of warm weather.

Yesterday when I heard that distinctive cheerup chuckle I zeroed in on locating the source. Sure enough there was the red-vested fellow boldly claiming the yard, running along searching for worms. Soon it became apparent he was not alone and a robin convention formed, all of them flying and bobbing about as if it was a reunion and they needed to get caught up on one another’s happenings.

So the robins have arrived, the temps are warmer, the sun is warm, and the skies are that blue that resonates so well with me. *Sigh*

I never truly trusted the groundhog’s prediction. I will go with a robin everytime when it comes to spring.