Today, I am thankful for one crow.
These days, it doesn't take much to raise my hopes for an early spring. In fact, I search for signs daily, often misinterpreting winter ebbs for spring flows.
This morning, as T and I circle the park, a crow flies out of the scrub oak grove. I usually don't pay attention to crows, but this one is different. This one carries a long stick in his/her beak. I smile and, pointing to the bird as it flies overhead, ask T to confirm my observation.
Nest building. It's nest building time.
Surely the birds understand seasonal shifts better than humans. They wouldn't build nests if winter decides to linger. Right?
I am so ready for transition, for seasonal leaps of faith.
Winter to spring.
Then spring to summer.
I can't wait.
For this blessing, I am grateful.