I stepped out on the back porch this afternoon to shake some rugs and could not help but be disheartened by the landscape. Gray skies, brown grass and plants withered and gone thanks to winter's chill. If it weren't for azalea bushes and live oak trees, the yard spreading out before me would be colorless.
No, not quite. There at the edge of the yard hopped a robin. And as I looked more closely, I could see more...a whole lot more. They were keeping their distance, apparently finding more tasty bugs on the golf course property than ours but still there were plenty making their funny little run-pause-peck at a bug drill in our yard. Were it not for their cheery red chests I might have missed them among the drab colors of the leaves and dormant grass.
It's no secret winter is my least favorite time of year. Maybe that's why I've so appreciated the gift of several mild and sunshiny days this week...and why I'm dreading the weatherman's promise that more freezing temperatures are headed our way this weekend. I'm ready for winter to be gone.
The robins must have known that. Their arrival doesn't mean that spring is imminent; there are sure to be more cold, wintry days ahead. But it does mean we're that much closer. We'll enjoy these harbingers of spring for a few weeks and when they head farther north, I'll know spring is really ready to make an appearance. In the meantime, I'm grateful for the reminder to just hang in there...that that day isn't really all that far away.
Here's my photo. Poor lighting and the distance made for a less-than-stellar photo but just seeing the robins makes me smile.