And just like that, they’ve arrived: strutting in the treetops, filling the air with song, dazzling us with their beauty; behold, the warblers are here, in all their glory!
Blackburnian warbler at Britannia Park on Mother’s Day, 2014
I recently visited my newly-found, favourite birch grove again. I must have looked like a doofus, swaying back and forth, leaning a little this way, then that way, until I got into *just* the right awkward pose to create exactly what I was hoping for: a wall of birch, with no sky or ground showing, just glowing white trunks lined up in a row.
This makes me happy, which is weird, but that’s the way it goes.
It took it’s sweet time, but it appears as if spring has finally arrived. While I could show you pictures of the melting snow, the singing robins, or the kids on bikes, what really stood out for me today was the colour of the sky after the sun went down. It had this incredible quality to it – something tangible, something that gave pause to the busyness of the day. In shades of mint and teal, indigo and turquoise, the sunny spring day turned to night, and there was hope that winter was putting herself to rest.