The Cardinal Called It

This morning I heard the first cardinal singing from the top of a paper birch, calling for an end to winter. It’s hard to believe him right now with a foot of snow in the yard and piles as high as I’m tall, but the heat of the sun making icicles is hard to ignore, and he probably feels it pretty good up at the top of that birch. He’s a lone voice right now, but more will follow, chasing winter away for another spin of the wheel.