Here we are in the middle of Winter, and I am thinking of Spring. I do not think that I am alone.
It has not been a hard Winter or anything like that, but I am still longing for Spring. Spring is a time of renewal, hope, life.
Yesterday I went out to burn trash, and noticed the singing of the birds in the trees in our backyard. My what lovely music they were making. I then noticed hundreds of birds fly from the tree tops, and they were Robbins. There were many of them on the ground. I guess they were looking for food, or something. I do not think I have seen a larger flock of Robbins together at one time as then.
There were many of them on the ground in the backyard today. Not near as many, but several, scattered over the whole yard.
I always see the Robbin as the hope that Spring is just around the corner. I know what Phil said the other day. I however do not need Phil to tell me there are six more weeks of Winter. If you look at the calendar for the year; Spring begins on March 20, and it is about six weeks from February 02 through March 20 with only a four day difference. So what? Spring is on the way.
I am very glad.
From the banks of Flat Creek.