But the robins are back!
When I was a little girl growing up in Minnesota, my mother watched eagerly for their return each spring. She'd peer out the window searching for signs of them coming north from their winter break in warmer climes, and was always thrilled when she first spotted them.
I picked up her custom somewhere in there. Come late February (they arrive here in Missouri sooner than they ever got up to Minnesota. Makes sense if you think about it at all...) I start watching for their arrival. When I catch my first glimpse of an orange breast, my heart lifts. I remember my mother's smile and know mine matches hers from so long ago; winter's days are just about over.
Joe and I have been taking regular walks through the park this winter. Once the weather turned last fall, all the people went home and we've pretty much had the park to ourselves. I think I'll probably miss the quiet on our walks once the weather turns in another week or two (though the people-watching will greatly improve, so perhaps it won't be so bad).
Last night, it was well after sunset when we were out walking. As we turned the last corner for home, the branches of the tree we were approaching were silhouetted in the streetlight, and I thought I saw buds on them. I stopped and pulled one close for a better look, and sure enough the buds are swelling. Give them just a few warm days and they will be bursting out in their spring song of green.
See, winter only SEEMS like it lasts forever. Spring comes.