winter's reflections
shine indisputable truths
'hope springs eternal'.

I am luxuriating in 60 degree sunshine that is rare for the last day in February. I welcome this warmth following the heavy snow and ice our little hamlet has endured for most of January and February. This morning, the birds were singing spring sonatas and the squirrels busily searched for fresh nesting. On the calendar, winter still prevails, but in the air, spring is scouting her entrance.

Note: The phrase, ‘hope springs eternal’, was penned by Alexander Pope in his 1733 poem, Essays On Man.