As I walked to get my newspaper this morning, I stopped in my tracks and smiled at the sound of birds singing. For me, this is the one sign of spring I treasure, the true sign of the change of season.
The temperatures may climb out of their winter cellar, the sun may appear longer in the sky, insects may start to buzz about, and the flowers may start to poke from the ground, but it's the delightful symphony of songbirds that is my marker. We're not out of the proverbial woods yet, as the vernal equinox is still weeks away, but spring is coming.
A little birdy told me so.
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