It started this week. A friend sent along photos of his crocuses an inch out of the ground, poking their merry stalks up through six inches of snow. And they say the age of miracles is past.
Last week, a guy in a spendy black 4-wheel drive SUV did a 360-degree maneuver in the middle of the street. I don't think it was an entirely planned event. He sped away, as if the embarrassment was on the road and himself on the wrong part of it. The embarrassment, I'm guessing, was entirely within the SUV. He should have known better, but panic is panic, even on expensive wheels.
Not his best moment.
So this happened yesterday, a robin parked itself under the pine tree in the front yard, stayed there all day. It's a perfectly reasonable place given that the tree's spreading branches allow for a dry patch of ground, and that allows for bugs and seeds.
The squirrels are out and about.
The Native Americans talk about the day winter's back is broken. We'll still have storms and bad days. But we're there.