We've had mild temps for the past week (mild being over 40). The snow, that's been at least two feet deep for at least six weeks, has finally started to melt (or evaporate--I'm not sure which) and slowly my yard is beginning to reappear. Of course, now it's supposed to rain for the next week, but that doesn't bother me as much as snow. And, for writing purposes, it's much easier to work when it's NOT sunny and pretty outside.
The daffodils have poked through the dirt, but even that isn't much of a sign of spring. Last year my daffy daffs poked their little heads out in January.
What really makes it seem like spring is one the way? Birds. Suddenly there are a lot of birds around. And they're tweeting. AND WAKING ME UP BEFORE I WANT TO BE UP AND AWAKE.
Of course, this is just a prelude to April when there'll be even MORE birds sitting on the pine tree outside my bedroom window and starting to squawk about 4 a.m. and continue until at least 7. Cute as they are, hopping around the yard, looking for worms or looking for building materials for nests, couldn't they sleep in until 8 or 9 and THEN become industrious?
Oh well. I suppose it's a small price to pay for sunny days and warm temperatures.
If you live up North, have the birds returned to your town?
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