A lone cardinal appeared at our window every morning for what seemed like weeks in late winter, insistently tapping, and then one morning he didn’t return. But spring is finally here.
The trees on the horizon bronze with sunlight in the early morning, the light much warmer than it’s been for months.
Birds lingering at the tops of trees, calling out, this one a red-winged blackbird.
Our youngest is suddenly drawn to the outdoors for extended periods on his own without warning, unwilling to come in for meals or other routine activities. It’s hard to mind, really.
We’re suddenly knee-deep in seed packets and plans for planting, instead of snow and ice. The evenings are still cool though, so the woodstove will remain busy just in the evenings for a little while yet.
And this boy is one year old, today! Happy birthday Reggie!