We woke up this morning to the song of a robin. I hadn’t heard that sound for months. This bird had perched itself on the branch of the tree outside our window. It just sang away…top of it’s lungs…not holding back.
As I listened to the song, my mind drifted to all the new flowers that I am dreaming about planting…the new beds that I want to create. I could clearly see the flowers in full bloom. I could smell the fragrant earth. I imagined the fresh flowers that I will pick to fill up all the vases that will be placed in all the rooms of our house.
So imagine my shock when I got up and opened the curtains expecting a full blown spring experience…instead of color bursting forth…snow is still on the ground. Trees still look dormant. The ground is still quiet on the surface. I had a moment of confusion. But, then I heard the robin again. It was hoping around on the ground…singing about something. (more…)