The breeze of today is cool, but the sun is warm on the face. A crescendo of the song of birds hangs in the air. The mother Robin is back. She hops around the yard, looking for worms to feed her young, and scraps, to build her nest.
Piles of snow still lie around here, and there. But, Winter will soon bow out! No more reason to stay. And Spring? She will be alone, at least, for awhile. GRB
On Tiffany Creek 