It is that time of year where people think me odder than usual. People sit in there houses seeing only the orange glow of street light or the raindrops running down the panes. They rush from warmth to warmth, hoods and hat pulled low, scarves up to their eyelashes. They shiver as the wind blows and wonder what fright the weather man had in store next.
Do you know what I saw today? Driving home well after 4pm the trees though stark, were still strikingly silhouetted against a grey, but not yet dark sky. I saw a shade of green that I haven't seen for a good eight months. I saw birds scavenging the garden, the last of the winter berries having been consumed, but new offerings are starting to arrive. I even saw a tiny splash of yellow, like a scouting party for what is to come.
If you look closely it is the time of year for seeing tidings of spring.
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