Despite mentioning the blanket of white wonder we experienced last week, today was altogether a day of contrast. On our walkabout, jackets were unzipped, mittens were abandoned, and all our outdoor gear was soaked within minutes.
We judge the change of seasons from winter to spring, not by the calendar but by the snowload on our bridge across our creek. When it is shovelled off and ready for little people to dangle their legs over its edges, we know that spring has arrived. The creek is visible now, after four months of absence. We are so glad to see it again!
And oh! The robins are singing!!!! The creek is burbling!!!! A rhythmic drip is heard all day long from the rooftop. We opened our eyes to find buds of all sorts stretching, swelling, surging with life. And then we found some snowdrop shoots. And pussywillows! Yes, spring is nearly here!