April 27th, 2012
Hope springs new.
Hope is a word I associate with April.Â With Easterâ€”life, resurrection, hope.Â Promises made good.
And spring.Â The other morning, even though it was snowing, I was cheered by a chorus of bird song outside my window.Â Robinsâ€”big fat robinsâ€”covered my poplar treeâ€™s bare branches.Â I counted over a dozen.Â My neighbourâ€™s tree held at least twenty.Â They flew about in groups and puttered in the street like they owned the place.
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