The robins have shown up. I had actually seen them weeks ago, but after the original sighting, I didn’t see any more. Now they are becoming more common.
Despite the fact that the original idea that seeing a robin meant the return of spring, I don’t think that is a real truth. Supposedly, the robins rarely leave anymore. We don’t really see them all winter, in fact, in late fall, they don’t seem all that visible, like they do in the spring of the year.
In the spring, they seem to be everywhere, you hear them chirping, you see them bobbing their heads on the lawns as they search for worms.
Despite the fact that all this seems to be true, their entry on the scene does always make me feel as if spring is really on the way. I guess that I would like to believe that, even if it is not true.
Given the horrors we have been living through, the mere idea of something good showing up on the scene is reassuring. We need to have something to hold on to, to make us believe that moving forward is a good thing.