Jessie and I went to the park this morning! It was brisk, hat weather (especially for those of us with poor bare skulls), but not wrap-up-in-scarf-and-still-freeze-your-face weather. In fact it feels - although I'm cynical and don't want to count on this feeling - as if the corner between winter and spring may have finally been reached if not yet turned. There were more birds singing their morning songs. I heard a woodpecker, but couldn't see it where it perched high up in a pine tree, to tell what kind. A mourning dove's morose song reached me (but mourning doves stay through the winter). Squirrels abounded, appearing to delight in tormenting Jessie. A significant patch of the thick, yellowing ice on the smaller pond had melted through and the gun metal shaded water was visible. Could it be? Will spring actually arrive? On the way home, a flock of Canada geese - someone told me, J was it you? - that Canadian goose is a misnomer, the actual scientific common name of the bird is Canada goose - anyway, a V-formation of them flew overhead, heading north. A sign.
Peace.
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