A Red Breast in the Backyard

February, the worst month. 

Six more weeks of winter, Phil’s shadow or no.

Colder than normal January.

Little snow. 

If it’s going to be cold, it might just as well snow.

Precipitation is on the way. 

Rain, frozen rain, an inch or so of snow.

It’s what passes for winter at 38 degrees latitude north.

Yuck.

I saw a robin in the backyard this morning.

Hope.

Praise God from whom all Robins flow.