Maybe, just maybe, it's Spring

[trystinn]

Last night while washing dishes, I looked up and saw a huge cottontail sitting in the front border. Likely a buck, he was fluffed up a bit against the evening chill and as still as a stone. When pointing him out to Josh, it took him quite awhile to find him he was so well camouflaged by his size and color.

I've been counting robins and listening to the frog song for a few weeks now, waiting for that last sign that winter has released her bonds. For us, where we live, it's the dozens of cottontails that make our neighborhood home. Until I see that population jump, it's just not quite Spring yet. One absurdly large buck does not a season make, yet I am heartened.

And how wonderfully appropriate, given Ostara is this weekend.