Text: Julie Schwietert Collazo
Photo: Francisco Collazo
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To be fair, we can’t complain about the winter.
The almost daily blue skies made the hard season bearable.
But still.
The sound of bird song outside the living room window last week and the crocus and daffodils pushing their way through the soil were welcome signs of the new season.
We opened the window, sat Mariel on the sill and watched as birds flitted in and out of the tangle of ivy that creeps up the wall.
Laura Kammermeier said this is a red-winged blackbird. I don’t know how I’ve lived 32 years without noticing one.
We’re not the only ones with spring on the brain. Here are a few friends meditating on the seasonal change:
Elizabeth Eslami: Birds and Other Miracles of (Western) America
Lola Akinmade: Postcard: Palm Fronds and Psalms
Linda Golden: My First Spring in Two Years
Gorgeous picture! And even if you have blue skies, nothing beats the feeling when you can first walk around comfortably without a jacket.
Red winged blackbirds were one of my favourites when I was a child. Last week, in California, my husband was looking out the window at my parents’ house and asked what that bird was with the red and yellow on its wings. I just about jumped out of my seat to try and catch a glimpse since I knew exactly what it was.
Enjoy your spring!
Thanks, Marie. Enjoy your spring, too!