Did anyone besides me notice how happy the birds were this morning?
Maybe it was the cold spring rain that covered the ground this morning when I left, or maybe it was the dark clouds covering the eastern sky, or maybe it was the brightness of the sunrise reflecting off the mountains in the west through the bright blue break in the clouds, but something made the birds happy.
Maybe they’re always happy.
But I don’t think they always sing like that.
In any case, I’m pretty sure they coaxed the first daffodils to emerge from their winter hibernation. When I arrived home this afternoon, two new daffodils greeted me outside our front door.
I love this time of the year.
Did anyone notice besides me?
The absence of such beautiful things has admittedly gone mostly unnoticed through the winter. I’m always surprised by the way life shows up, seemingly from nowhere.
I hope the birds, and the daffodils, are happy again tomorrow.