The days seem to drag, but the weeks fly by. Already it is March, and only a couple weeks until the equinox. It feels like spring might actually be on time this year, but it's hard to tell. We keep flipping between unseasonably warm and bitter cold. Last weekend, I saw flowers in the wild! Crocuses, and witch hazel at the park. I stopped to photograph the witch hazel, and was astonished to see a bee! That's a good sign.
The red-winged blackbirds are back; they've been hanging out in the swamp near my office, and it's so cheering to hear them every morning. I'm pretty sure I saw a turkey vulture the other day, but I was driving so I couldn't get a good look. Little signs of spring all over the place.
We didn't have a particularly difficult winter, but that doesn't make me any less eager for spring. I'm tired of being cold, tired of the darkness. The light is definitely at the end of the tunnel.