When I lived in the north, the big deal used to be seeing the first Robin. In Virginia, Robins are not so scarce. They are not the harbingers of spring.
All four seasons are godly. Even winter (in small doses).
But spring, after a cold winter, may be the best.
What seems clear to me today, as I go out to do treasured yardwork, is that the joy of spring is to be savored and shared. Maybe that’s why we used to get so excited by the first Robin. As s/he flew and hopped about, and hunted for worms, we felt like flying and hopping too (maybe not hunting for worms). Remember the song, “Rockin’ Robin.”
Whether I see a Robin or not, I am filled with joy today. Every day is Robin Day for me! [I know, I know….corny….]