I don't hate winter. I like snow and bad weather and Christmas tree lights.
And the winter stars. I love the winter stars.
But there always comes a time when I've had enough.
And it's always several weeks before winter finally packs it in.
But here's the Spring Equinox at last. Yesterday wasn't just mild, it was hot. Walking down the street, we passed a tree full of cock sparrows all flapping and pecking and skriking at one another. I guess love was in the air.
And today I looked into the back yard and saw a hen blackbird with moss in her beak go dodging into a clump of honeysuckle and ivy.