Spring Break came a little late this year. It's the second week of April, and we've been enjoying a little time off from homework and career obligations. From the looks of things outside our cabin windows, you wouldn't think it looks much like spring, but there are signs...
Our celebrations included jubilant joyrides down the hillside,
quick turns on the snowmobile,
snow forts and tunnels, snowball fights,
and all the requisite, accompanying diversions.
We sat around the fire, toasted marshmallows for s'mores, drank hot chocolate, and ate our fill of Easter candy. But the true indication that Spring was imminent was the appearance of this little guy.
I don't purport to be a birdwatcher, and I'm no ornithologist, but as far as I'm concerned, this little guy is a pretty good indicator of Spring. Every year, he shows up with his charming mate and they move into the birdhouse on the north side of the cabin.
And for the record, Summer will have officially arrived when we hear the tiny peeps of their multiplying, little family.