Here in New England, the first day of spring isn’t necessarily determined by the calendar. This year, for example, I woke up on the ‘first day of spring’ to snow, ice-covered trees, and fog as thick as pea soup. It’s not that the tiny letters on the calendar don’t serve their purpose, as they at least provide hope. There is warmer weather around the corner. But for us, it’s not officially spring until the fat robin sings.
On recent sunny mornings, I’ve been hearing the bravest of the birds singing. And despite the fact that it’s in the teens outside and that the temperatures in the house dropped to 60 degrees overnight once again, I feel a surge of that spring-time energy course through me. It’s coming… Springtime is coming…
And you don’t have to be from New England to know what springtime will mean! 🙂 Warmer sunshine, flowers, singing birds, buds growing on trees, and organization materials. (What? I’m the only one who has a sudden urge to get organized in the spring? Nah, I doubt it)!
I tried to even speed up the process a bit by wearing my robin sweater on the first official day of spring. (Here in New England, we know that spring is officially here once the robins begin to show up). Once those plump, orange-bellied birds begin to hop across the front lawns in search of the early worm, it means that the worst is over. It means that even if winter may have a trick or two left up its sleeve, the end is almost here.
But a sweater is hardly a substitute for the real thing. Friends who live in the city began to text me pictures of their robin sightings, and I was – unfortunately – unable to return the favor. Melt snow… Please, please melt!
Finally, this past Sunday, I noticed that my two fur-babies were pressed up against the front window and meowing softly. It could only mean one thing…
Robins had finally come to my part of town! And you know what that means… Spring has officially sprung! 🙂
Now if only the weather could warm up too!