First signs. Birds singing. Just a few trills one late February morn when the sun happens to burn through the still chilled world. My pulse quickens and a smile softens my whole sleepy self as I let Mollie back in. “Birds are singing!” I say to no one in particular as I wander off to get my first cup of coffee and begin the morning routine.
The sun is warmer. Stand against a southern exposure. Soak it in. The snow and ice are melting at the edges. March 1 and the drip, drip, drip off the back porch is not rain, but ice melt running through the downspout. Birds are singing from tree to tree and yard to yard. Two black squirrels chase each other up, down and around the oak tree. More signs.
Our drive has muddy edges now. Winter shoveling has mixed in the edges of lawn with snow and ice. The driveway is a mess, but it’s also not icy, and there are dry clear spots. We can see bits of lawn around the maple and pink dogwood tree. Can crocuses be hiding just under the edge of snow? Wonderful, glorious signs of spring.