We had another dusting of snow the night before Easter. And the day itself was cold, overcast and gray. After church we drove to my brother and sister-in-law’s house, for the afternoon. Our gathering was much brighter than the weather, full of fun and food and laughter.
In the evening when I was home again, a flurry of movement outside the living room window caught my eye. A flock of robins, forty or fifty at least, carpeted our east lawn and part of our neighbor’s. I watched the birds for a few minutes, heartened by this sure sign that no matter how chilly the weather gets, spring is on its way.
A look out the same window this morning revealed a lawn carpeted with frost, sharp and glittering and cruel. For a moment I lost hope, sure that winter would never lose its grip on my corner of the world, convinced that spring would never arrive. But peace returned as I thought about yesterday’s flock of birds. The robins are back. Spring is almost here. Don’t give up.
It’s enough to keep me going today.
