WANDERING ALONG WOODED PATHS, I WAS LOOKING FOR SIGNS OF SPRING.
THE SNOWS HAVE ALL MELTED BUT THE SONGBIRDS AREN’T SINGING YET. I SAW THAT THE ICE OF WINTER HAD LET GO OF ITS ICY GRIP UPON THE STREAM AND MY HEART WAS FILLED WITH JOY IN HOPE THAT SOON SPRING, LIKE THE RED, RED, ROBIN WOULD COME BOBBING ALONG.
