I know some of you out there are having to settle for green tulip tips appearing in your garden, a crocus pushing through the snow, or the sweet smell of fresh, moist, life-giving soil on a 50 degree day. I heard from a friend that she had even seen some flowering tree buds in her neighborhood. Well, none of that for us here in the rural Northern tundra. Instead, we've got . . . get ready . . .
Chickens.
These chickens were joyful. I know that chickens don't have a reputation for a wide range of emotions, but I could tell that although they appeared to be aimlessly strutting and pecking about the mud for non-existent bugs, they were actually exuding joy from the bottom of their gizzards at their release from being, literally, cooped up all winter.
Well, whatever their feelings on the subject–I, for one, was happy to look out the window and see them out in the yard again. I was needing some encouragement that the rule of Winter is breaking. Sure, snow is predicted for tomorrow–but the tide has turned.
The Chickens have spoken, Spring is on its way.
~Sara~
5 comments:
Lookout, Punxsutawney Phil!
Have you seen our 'signs of spring' list?
Ha! This was just the encouragement I needed today! If Mr. Incredible says Spring is here, who am I to disagree.. :)
Thanks Sara.
My first read of your blog. I read everything. You are amazingly articulate and very easy to read. I'm glad I found you. :-)
Char
Welcome, Char! I'm glad you found me, too.
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