Spring Is Coming

I knew it this morning when I woke up. I heard the robins singing, and because my 7-month-old slept in (6:45!) the sun was up with me. I could hear Spring gathering up her mud boots and umbrella in the next room, preparing to bustle in and shoo Winter out the back door. I floated through the morning, unperturbed when my car got stuck in our alley's ice hole, whistling as I carried baby and 19-pound cat around the block and into our house to call the tow truck. Eventually, reality set in - February 22 is a month early, even for the clinically delusional - but I still know, from the not-quite-frozen smell of the air when I open the front door to pick up the newspaper, that Spring is coming in all her glory and she will unfurl my seeds soon.