Friday, January 15, 2010

Drip, Drip, Drip


That seven inches of snow that has been on the ground for the past few weeks was beautiful, but when I woke this morning to the sound of drips, I felt like spring has come. I know I still have the rest of frigid January and I can't even think about the gray days of February, but the drip of the melting snow gives me hope.
When Tucker checked in with me yesterday after school as he was walking home, I heard birds in the background. Actual birds singing, as if we weren't in the middle of winter. Isn't it funny how you don't notice things like the birds not singing, until you hear them again?

1 comment:

Linda said...

It actually got up in the 40's here today. It was so nice to see some blue sky but I'm sure the nasty weather isn't over yet.

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