Signs of Spring

Thank goodness spring seems to be on its way!  I am tired of tired of winter's bleakness.  It was nice for a while, but it is definitely time to go.

The first sign was when a tiny daffodil, stunted by the last cold spell, opened its yellow face.  The next came on Tuesday when I heard the chorus of peepers (tiny little frogs),  And the last came yesterday when we saw at least twenty fat robins searching through yards for worms.  One of them came so close to us when we were at a stop sign that we could clearly see its white lined eye.  It looked directly at us as if to say, "Good spring to you!"

There is an old timer's saying about the peepers.  It basically says you will hear the peepers and then there will be another freeze.  This cycle is supposed to happen three times before spring comes to stay for good.  Well, this week was one, and yes, it did freeze and no peepers can be heard now.  So I will keep my ears open and keep track to see if this tale holds true.

Come on spring!