[originally written 2/18/08]
It’s February 18th, President’s Day. Although I did not give much thought to the fact that it was President’s Day other than no mail delivery today. I was reminded of the officiality of the day with an activist email in my inbox about President’s Day and Bush trying to keep Presidential Records secret. There is a bill in the Senate on this right now. Ugh. Who knows what the man and his cronies have been hiding all these years? Scary.
Well, I was not going to write about politics here today. I do trust that eventually we will reach some balance in our government and refocus our energies on healing the planet instead of the continued desecration.
What’s exciting in my little microcosm is that the robins are back! Flocks of them have been flitting through the woods across from my house. I noticed the increased volume of bird songs late last week and caught a flock of the round brown chests hopping from branch to branch across the street yesterday. Yay!
Plus the tips of daffodils are starting to pop up in my garden beds. Not to mention that the huge silver maple off the side of the house is budding out with the tiny red blossoms that appear in late winter. Spring is surely around the bend, and we’re coming around the mountain, yes sirree.
Although, honestly, this is has not been much of a mountain of a winter. Barely any snow. Just a few icy events. Feeble winter, if you ask me. Not that I don’t mind the lower utility costs of a warmer winter. Don’t mind that all. But there’s nothing like the beauty of a good snowfall and the feeling of joy with the sparkly white blanketing everything outside. The little kids from next door laughing as they roll down the little slope between my house and their’s. Winter is great in its full glory.
Who knows? We might yet have a big storm. This is still the middle of February. But I doubt it. And my heart would go out to all the little plants starting to wake up and move their little toes around, ie, root follicles waking up to the warmer soil and sending juices moving through their trunks.
In the meantime… Welcome back, robins!