laboring for spring

The ice heaves and groans, and weather thrashes through nature in labor. Nothing gentle about the arrival of spring, save the hints – the scent of hyacinth and daffodils, tulip leaves, robin song. Then, there’s the wild rains (here), the sudden shock of frost, and the mud the mud the mud.

We’re watching robins and their wormy breakfasts each morning, guessing at the temperature. And each morning, on his way to Mr. Bits’ car, Ben finds something new in the front yard, something growing, something exciting.

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