Mar 11, 2008
First Robin of Spring
I didn’t have my camera. But today, as I drove down the long driveway of my new apartment, there… at the very end of rutted and icy hell-hole of a driveway was a fat, bardable robin. I didn’t hear him or her sing over the sound of ice crunching the bottom of the Hyundai. But the dear thing alighted to an ice-covered branch. The first robin of spring.
