There have been some sightings of migratory birds already, so I can only hope that we don't have any more adverse weather. Unfortunately for those poor birds, we are likely to have freezing rain tonight. Perhaps they will be able to find a bit of shelter for the next week as after today's highs in the upper 40s, we are dropping back into the 30s and even 20s.
Anxious as I can be for spring to show forth all the majesty of fresh color and life, I know that it will be even more glorious this year for the long wait. As with so many things, the anticipation creates its own excitement.
Even the squirrels are in on the act. I'm so amused by their frantic chattering of late. An intrepid hunter of a cat has come to visit from her nearby home. She is a great mouser and several neighbors have benefited from her skills. Yesterday afternoon she lolled in the sun on our deck. While she was at peace, the poor squirrels were quite put out by her presence. To me, their chattering is like a call to awaken. It won't be long now and the sleep of winter will pass.
Outside, the water dripping from the roof makes a sound almost as if we lived near a small stream. A stream is ever alluring, providing endless wonders and delights for the senses, and time spent by one is time to treasure.
|Spring stream along Lake Superior's north shore.|