Mid-winter thaw between storm fronts. One early bird serenades with a song indicative of many soon to come. They are returning – the song birds to scout sites for nest-building. Although there is constant change – there is the consistency of the natural world cycling through the seasons. I grew up where there is a distinct change of seasons and cannot ever outgrow the wonder that spring births after winter’s dormancy. I would be unhappy eliminating any one season for the totality of another. However, neither would I mind living in Camelot where winter exits on the dot. March 1st would be the proverbial dot in this case. Until then, I am enjoying the fickle weather patterns and dreaming of the greening of spring.
Pisces comes calling the mellow cat stretch head to toe
ag ~ 2013