Saturday. 7:39 a.m. 23 degrees. Another notification of a weather memory from Facebook has just come in. Four years ago today:
Right now, this instant, there is a Robin sitting in the holly bush out front and looking in the window. Forget the foot of snow on the ground, never mind all the snow he shook off the branches when he landed. It's spring.
No robins here yet. Blue jays are being noisy. Beautiful morning. Looks like it's going to be sunny but snow is supposed to be on the way. Still winter.