Last week, a single robin in the school garden; this week, a flock of them by Newtonbrook Creek, bouncing through the leaf litter.
A week or two ago, snow covered the park still, ice preserving footprints like plaster-casts. Snow melt flooded the creek and river. You could see squirrels–that was it.
Today, a chorus of birdsong, including a single piercing call and a pair of hawks, scanning for prey. Today, sunshine to 7:00 pm. Today, buds.
And this weird colour, watchamacallit. I knew it looked familiar, but I had to come home and look it up.
Oh, yeah:
Green.
Yesterday it was winter.
Welcome back, spring.
Zoopolis 
Spring! Spring! Glorious Spring!
I saw a robin in my backyard yesterday and thought of you. It was the roundest-bellied robin I’ve ever seen.
Last Sunday we ate lunch at the park for the first time this year, but it was still pretty soggy. Thank heavens for picnic tables on high ground.
I used to think spring = flowers & sunshine. Now I think of spring as this process of emergence — which makes me a lot happier, because now spring comes in March, not June!