Birds are everywhere. I saw an Eastern Bluebird on Saturday. First time I have seen one. The trees are getting ready to leaf out. It's warm.
I always enjoy the first months of winter. The nesting, feeling warm and snug in front of a fire, watching TV wrapped in throws and blankets surrounded by the glow of flickering candles. After Christmas, however, I have had enough. Nothing to look forward to other than gray skies and more piles of snow. There's something about every little sign of spring that brings back a sense of well-being. The truth is that I love all the seasons, but none are more welcome than spring.
