Behind the Ironic Column

Who cares if it is 37 degrees and windier than I expected.  I’m waiting for the streetcar at 6:45 AM and trying to remember why I agreed to meet for coffee this early.  Of course, I didn’t know then that I’d not get to bed till 3:00 AM, but that’s my problem. 

Anyway, the reason I don’t care is that it’s getting daylight – the days *are* getting longer – and the robins are awake somewhere in the park blocks.  A couple of weeks ago when I was out here, it was just as cold but there were no robins telling me to “cheer-up” or daffodils valiantly blooming in the strip of ground between the sidewalk and the parking lot.   Some time ago, before this parking lot was here, I suspect there was a house on this lot.  The lineup of daffodils looks as if it had been planted along the sidewalk in front of a house – and there’s the leftover remnants of what must have been a driveway entrance from the street. 

We used to find clumps of daffodils like these and forsythia or other shrubs blooming at the edge of fields near where I grew up in western North Carolina.  There were always the remnants of houses or farms nearby – plants living on when the humans had long since moved on to other places or other worlds.  I don’t remember the robins so much, mostly because I wasn’t there early in the morning when they would be busily announcing the return of spring.

The streetcar will be warm, I’ll soon have hot coffee, and my friend will have made her way downtown to join me.  And we’ll follow that robin’s advice to cheer up.

Spring is on the way!

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