Robin Red Breast

I tried to be poetic and write about the robin who sang to me this morning.  How he brings spring on his wings, and how the yard magically seemed to green up after he flew over it.  But my words won’t rhyme and my timing is awful.  My mind keeps wandering back to another year when it was too cold for Robins, too bitter for spring, a time when I didn’t think my spirit would ever thaw.

The girls and I had a bet on who would see the first robin of Spring…I even have Mr M for a witness.  So they have to make me dinner tonight….I’ll have to let you know how that goes!